Today marks the one year anniversary of your journey to the outside world. The world that causes hurt and joy in the same instance. The world where two people will nurture you everyday of your young life, and then cry the day you leave for college. The world where you'll get to meet friends, try your hand at riding a bike with no training wheels, kiss me goodbye as I watch you leave for your first day of school, and come home to a family who cherishes you. This is the day you joined the human race in the life-long journey of discovering... well, life. 
And my sweet curly top, I am honored and blessed to share in this journey together with you.
And just as I look to our future together, I also look to the past with the fondest of memories.
When I look at you, I remember the way you loved to snuggle in the first months of your life with your head against mine and your nose against mine, curled into my body. I loved being in this spot with you, even though it was usually about 3 o'clock in the morning. I didn't care though-- because I could smell your head, feel your breath and snuggle in your warmth. I will cherish this time forever.
You grew into a funny little girl. I don't know if I've ever seen a smile light up a room the way yours does. I cry just thinking about how happy you are and how happy you make all those around you. And just as you are a bright smiling light, you are also a little clown. Since you understood laughter, you have done everything to get people's attention just so you can make them laugh. Oh, and you're successful. 
I'm also amazed about how well you understand fairness. I guess this comes with third-child territory, but you always seem to know if you aren't being treated the same way as your sisters. You scream and wave your arms about to express your concern. Especially when someone comes over and you've decided that they are there just to see you--- or at least you are the most important reason they came to our house. I'll apologize now for any further feelings of not being treated fairly as I'm sure you will have those. 
One of my favorite things that you are doing now is your boot scootin'. "She may never crawl the traditional way, but that's okay. She gets to where she wants to be."~Dr. Harris. Oh that's for sure-- she does get where she needs to be. I've actually tried scooting like you do everyday, and let me tell ya, it's a workout. My little princess is going to have abs and thighs of steel.
You are standing, but not walking. That's okay. You are Kaelyn, you'll do things on your own time and that's just fine! I will be your mother and wait to relish in your achievements with you. I will be there when you soar, but I promise to be there when you are falling. 
Thank you for being my light. My curly top. My warmth. My snuggle. My heart. My smiles. My crazy-panting flapper. My boot scooter. My daughter. My life. 
May God bless you the way HE has blessed me. Happy Birthday, baby.
Love, Mama
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