My dearest Cruzito,
Today you are one. Actually at 10:34pm tonight you are “officially” one.
Today I cried both tears of sadness that my baby boy is growing up – not to be a baby much longer – and tears of excitement as you are experiencing the world with such wonder, amazement, and delight. I feel privileged to watch you learn and grow. I feel like the luckiest woman on the planet to be your mom.
Before you came into my life, I didn’t know how I could handle a third child. When you were born and looked at me with your deep brown eyes, the love I felt for you was instant and deeper than any other before. A special place in my heart and soul opened up just for you, Cruz.
In many ways you are an angel sent to me – I often call you my Cherub.
You are such an easy going baby – you live up to your name in every way – such a Cruiser. You adore your big sister and brother and try your best to keep up with them. You love noodles of any kind. And beans. And rice. When you’re happy while eating, you kick your feet. You are so good at taking your bath and usually fall asleep pretty easily.
I love the moments when you nurse, though they are becoming less and less frequent. I know that soon you will be done. And I will never nurse another baby again. I feel sad about that.
I love kissing the freckle on your foot. And tickling your crazy long toes. And kissing your cheeks. And tickling you. This list could go on and on.
Cruz – you are one. I can’t believe how fast this year has flown by. You are an amazing person and bring so much to my life. I love you my son.