Happy Birthday, sweet girl. Apart from the moment when you grabbed my coffee cup in an unsupervised moment and took a swig from it, and poured the rest on the table cloth and down your shirt and pants, you've been a stellar one-year-old so far.
I want to wrap you in tissue paper and keep you like you are. Time seems to go much too fast and you're growing up so quickly. Every day is a delight with you but sometimes I just wished we could slow down a bit. Just a bit, sometimes.