Sometimes, I look at her and I see a baby. Sometimes, I look at her and I see a toddler. Other times, I see a young woman, hiding in there -- who will that young woman be? Will I meet her in the blink of an eye? Who is my daughter now, who is my daughter becoming?
I wore rabbits. I remember wearing a different rabbit shirt when we went to the clinic. I wore rabbits because I wanted every shred of luck I could conjure up. Now I wear rabbits to celebrate. She fills my heart with springing joy. A whole bunny warren lives in my heart now.
I want to help her become the best version of herself. I know she's helping me become a better version of myself, that's for sure. Parenthood has made me more direct. More grateful. More open, more honest. I have fewer figs to give. Is that a good life lesson to learn? To give fewer figs? It feels grand.
So, my sugar plum, my ginger snap, you are one. You love when Patrick or I take off our glasses -- perhaps you can see our eyes better? You love rubber ducks. You love risotto. You are a discerning giggler. You think dogs are funny. You are gentle. You like being surprised. You are a wiggler, never still, not for a moment.
Who will you be next year?