You, our little boy, are one today. Somebody pinch me, please.
You slept in until 8:30 this morning. When I walked into your room, I told you that exactly one year ago today, you were already three hours old. I can't remember if I had been moved to my room yet. You were in the special care nursery, sleeping peacefully in a bubble, your tiny body connected to wires. Your daddy was wearing a path down the halls: peeking in on you, coming back to see how I was doing, back to the nursery for another wave and a peek.
Today, you had a breakfast of champions: two hardboiled eggs, crusted with salt; toast slathered with cottage cheese; and milk. I pulled a pair of shorts out of the dryer for you because the high is supposed to be 71 degrees. It's your first time wearing shorts this year. You surprised me with three dirty diapers and I surprised myself by spilling pineapple juice on the kitchen floor and scattering flecks of powdered foundation all over the bathroom sink. This happened all before noon (possibly a record for us both?), which absolutely necessitated a trip to Alaska Coffee Roasters for an iced chai and a phone call to your Teta Giedre. I remember when you used to sit in the stroller with your little legs extended straight out (was that only a month ago?), but today, your Tom-clad feet pointed down and it made me a little sad. You looked like a big boy. Halfway home, you decided the weather was just too nice for shoes, so you pulled off a Tom and dropped it in the road. A breeze ruffled your blonde hair and I could tell you loved having one foot bare. You wiggled your toes the rest of the way home.
Lukai, you've made this year a whirlwind. Your daddy and I have loved practically every bit of it (those times you woke up at 2AM and refused to go back to sleep weren't the best, I'll admit it). You're the most relaxed kiddo I've ever met; you love examining objects and figuring out how they work; when you smile, your entire face lights up and we can't help but grin back. You love balloons, airplanes zooming noisily over our house, meal times, two stuffed moose named Moosetopher and Junie, and swaying to music. We can't imagine our lives without you, Lukai.