Time Capsule...

(where did my little one-toothed baby go?)

     I wasn’t ready…

     I wasn’t given a choice…

You arrived as a surprise to your mother and I and we had to hit the ground running.  Took to it pretty easily, you made the process pretty easy over all, and the rookie in me thanks you for that.

     If I’m selfish, though, I wanted you to be little forever.  I might have only mildly minded the diaper changing thing, but the 6 - 11 months time was magical.  In my mind, you were a perfect chubby little ball of tiny human and I didn’t want anything about you to change.  The house was a giggle factory, everything we did was completely adorable and I wanted NOTHING about it to change.
Even if I knew that was asking entirely too much of the world.

Today – well technically tonight – you’re seven.  We’ve been through a ton and have yet a ton to go through and I am a million percent with you every step of the way.

Happy birthday, Ava!  Daddy loves you.


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