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Twelve Months

My Beautiful Daughter,


How is it that I have held you in my arms for one whole year? How is it that we only have a year full of memories and yet it feels like I have loved you forever? You have shaped me in more ways than you will ever know. You have allowed me to love myself in such a different way. You have taken my flaws and made them into lessons, you have taken my successes and made them your successes. You are everything I ever dreamed of and so much more.


The best title I have ever held is Mama, and the best voice to ever say it is yours.


This month has been filled with a bitter sweet moments. As we planned your first birthday and made sure everything was absolutely perfect I was also filled with such sadness that the days of having a baby were numbered. You learned to free stand this month but did not walk yet. You said "dada" which of course your dada loved so very much and practiced countless other noises and squeals that will someday makeup your words. We celebrated Halloween four different times and you loved being a princess, which warmed mamas heart. We celebrated my birthday and attended your first basketball game. This month was busy, but every moment with you is so perfect!
I love you Eloise!

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