In July of your first year, you like to follow Mama around yelling “hold you, hold you.” Everyone always thinks that you are saying, “horseshoe” but your daddy and I know better. We know lots of fun things about you that you might possibly out-grow or forget with age. I’ll record some here now, so that later, we can re-read them and remember what life was like.
We know that you love frozen cherries in the morning, but not too many mornings in a row.
We know what books you like best: Curious George, Chickadees at Night, The Berenstein Bears and the Spooky Old Tree.
We know that you love to wake Daddy up in the morning by jumping on the bed and sneaking under the covers beside him.
We know that you prefer to be outside, not in.
We know that you love sidewalk chalk and a game you made up called, “Blast Off”.
We know that when you get to the end of the block you stop and look for cars before crossing the street.
We know that if you feel bad about something you do, you will put yourself into time out at the bottom of our stairs.
We know that you love exploring this big, big world. You will brave any situation that we put you into. Last week, when we took you camping in a small cabin, you slept snuggly beside me, tired from a day of fresh air. I could have stayed there forever.
We also know that at this stage in your life, you aren’t very interested in playing with toys. You would rather be drawing or painting or cooking in the kitchen with mama. Sometimes I worry that you will never want to play with toys and do things by yourself, but then I realize that this only means I will never be lonely in my kitchen again. In July of your first year, you have taught me that, even at 31, I still don’t know all of the answers. Life is just a big guessing game and we’re all here to play it together.
You are loved in July, June, and every other month, too.