Micha, forty-six weeks ago today we held you for the first time,
and in six short weeks you'll be a one-year old.
It seems like yesterday that you were that tiny, squishy, helpless new born
and now you're practically a toddler,
climbing on everything,
crawling all over the place,
making twinkle motions with your little hands when we sing 'twinkle, twinkle, little star',
and cracking up your parents up with the funniest sounds and faces you make.
Every day we tell each other how lucky we are to have you!
We're crazy about you, can you tell?