Dear Charlie


It hardly seems possible that just one week ago we celebrated your very first birthday. So many people tell me how fast the time goes, and now I know just how true it is.

Your daddy and I waited for you for so long and went through a lot to have you — and now you’re here and you’re growing and you’re thriving, and I don’t know if I can remember our lives without you. Or maybe I just don’t want to. One of the things you should know about your mother is that I am a pretty spiritual person. I don’t go to church as regularly as I should or would like to, but I do pray, and I don’t think a day has gone by in this past year when I haven’t prayed a simple prayer of thanks for having you in my life.

I believe there is a reason for everything, and that God has a plan. So while I would have preferred to have been a younger mother, if you came into my life sooner, I would have been a very different mother. So things are the way they are supposed to be. Quite frankly, I can’t complain.

You are a happy, healthy, beautiful little girl. I remember wondering if I would really feel that maternal attachment, that bond. But I worried for nought, as I fell in love with you the moment I heard your first cry. (Not all mothers immediately go there; it’s often assumed they do.) I think your daddy did, too. Because you were a C-section baby, he got to see you first and came to me and said, “Yep, that’s my kid.”

You were such a good-natured infant. You really only cried when you were hungry. You rolled over at four months and got your first tooth at eight months. You shocked me when you pulled yourself up to stand at seven and a half months, so I knew you would be walking early. You took your first precarious independent steps one evening in early December while your daddy and I were watching television. By Christmas you were walking great — and today you RUN.

You still remain happy and good-natured most of the time. Although I won’t lie — you’re a terrible sleeper and napper. We are working on that. You obviously didn’t get your mommy’s sleep-loving ways. I think you are just too busy to sleep and don’t want to miss anything. You are in constant motion these days and love to pull things out of drawers, so our house is constantly a mess, but I don’t mind. You’re a fussy eater, even though your Nonnie doesn’t think so. It’s not that you’re picky about what you eat, but just about when. Sometimes you gobble your food right down, and other times you’re just not interested.

At your one-year check-up the other day, you weighed in at 19 lbs. 3 oz. and measured 31 inches long. The doctor tells me that puts you in the 95th percentile for height and 25th for weight. He described you as “long and lean.” Your daddy and I are still trying to figure out how that happened.

You have just four teeth right now, but you are a biter. And you think it’s pretty funny when you teethe on my collar bone or bite my cheek. You are lovable and will go to most anyone. I love it when I pick you up from daycare and when you first see me, you smile and say “mama” and come running toward me. And you always have the biggest smile for daddy when he walks in the door, although you haven’t quite mastered the word “dada” yet. You like to say “bye-bye” and wave.

You have more fans than I can count, but I am still your biggest. Your smile makes me smile. Your laugh makes me laugh. This past year has been a joy because of you. You are the love of my life. My Muffin.

I love you.


  1. Minimeltdown says:

    Look at that precious rocking chair? Was that a birthday gift? Haven has one that Ben’s aunt made for her and she loves to climb in and out and in and out of it. I bet Charlie is loving hers as well, especially if the picture is any indication. Happy Birthday!

  2. Kelly says:

    Yep, a gift from her Nonnie and Grumpy (my parents' version of Grandma & Grandpa) They painted it for her and she loves it!

  3. brewin says:

    This was a post well worth waiting for! You have traveled down a very long road for this little girl and we are all grateful for your sacrifice–she’s such a joy!