Dear Evie, mi hijita,
It's hard for me to believe that a year ago, you couldn't walk, you didn't talk much, your hair looked so short, you were still such a baby in so many ways.
|Evie with my mom on her first birthday|
|One of my favorite pics from the past year...telling the world what she thinks|
|Chasing some pigeons in a plaza in Barcelona|
|With me, overlooking Barcelona from El Parque Guell|
The past year has been easier than the first in some ways, and more difficult in others. Asserting your independence is part of growing up, and, as your mom, I am going to struggle with that at times. But I wouldn't trade a single temper tantrum for the ability to have a conversation with you, or to hold your hand walking into the grocery store.
|"Talking" on the phone. Around Halloween last year|
You amaze me every day. I think that I couldn't love you more, but then you imitate how your dad puts on deodorant, or how I talk on the phone, and I melt all over again. Each moment is something new and exciting and I am honored and thrilled to share it all with you.
|Evie at her 2nd birthday party.|
She picked put the Brewer cake...I was pushing for a big 2 with zoo animals.
I love you completely, and that will NEVER change.