turning one

it's kind of a big deal.

the days are long and the years (or year, in your case) are short.
sometimes the fading of baby days makes me sad.
but i simply remember my favorite things...

snuggle bug baby,

 kisses and hugs,

               

pomegranate toes and twinkling eyes,

soft pouty lips and long, black eyelashes,

claps, squeals and giggles, revealing six baby teeth.

sound sleeping breaths beneath moonlight beams

singing and dancing, babbling and cooing,

your heart beating next to mine...

i simply remember these favorite things,

and then i don't feel so bad.

happy birthday, mosiah.

go on,

grow up, little man.

we love you forever, and ever, and ever.