Francesca and Milena,
Its hard for me to imagine that you'll grow up and have no recollection of anything that happened over the last year. Everything that happened this past year will be among the most vivid memories of my life. Every day, I watch you grow and learn, and I watch you leave "baby" behind to become little girls.
For your first birthday, our plan was to have a small family celebration on your actual birthday, and then to have a bigger, joint birthday party with Emmett a little later in the summer after we move. Our small family celebration ended up not being so small, though, and as it turns out you are just having two birthday parties. What can I say? Everyone wanted to come celebrate.
As much as our friends and family love you, its nothing compared to the love your daddy and I feel for you both. We both have many hopes and goals for you as you grow into children and then adults. However, the ONE thing, the very most important thing, that I hope you carry with you always, is the knowledge that we love you more than anything and that you will always be home when you are with us. I hope I have started to instill that this past year.
Francesca Juliet: Every morning when you first wake up, you are a little bit grumpy and a little bit shy. My favorite thing to do is lay you on the changing table and rub my nose on yours while I tickle your belly. This never fails to make you start laughing. When your chubby little face splits into a grin, my heart sings. Over the last several months you've become more of a snuggler, which I love. You've remained an all-in kind of a baby though. You are the one that puts all the food on her tray in her mouth (at once), goes face first into the birthday cake, talks to strangers, wholeheartedly gives high-fives, bangs all the keys during piano lessons with your grandmother. You are perfect and I hope you never change.
Milena Isabel: You start dancing whenever music comes on, which I find to be absolutely enchanting. If one could say that a baby is thoughtful, I would say that you are. You dine at a leisurely pace, investigate cautiously, touch gingerly. You watch people. But, anyone who thinks you are the quiet and shy twin would be wrong, because baby, you are wild! I used to tell people that your sister would be at the race track with your dad while you stayed home making cookies with me. Well, I'm starting to think I was wrong about that. We may all be at the race track - ha! Your grandmother got you a push tricycle for your birthday and we got you a scoot car. You love these toys and you love to go FAST on them. You love to play mimic games where you copy my clapping or mouth sounds. Sometimes, just to make you laugh, I make a silly noise or face during a meal. You always get the joke. You are perfect and I hope you never change.
Happy birthday, little princesses.
Love,
Mom
















