My dear Littlest Prince,
You’re One! One year old. One full trip around the sun. And what an amazing year it has been!
You’ve learned to sit up and crawl and walk. And jibber jabber. Oh man have you learned how to jibber jabber.
The Queen and I aren’t entirely sure how we wound up with three boys who never ever ever stop talking. But, here we are. You probably picked up it up from your big brothers. You never stop watching them. Some of my favorite moments have been watching you watch your big brother while he in turn is watching his big brother. All of you learning from the original prince.
Oh, what a marvelous adventure this thing called life is. You are learning that already. You go exploring and, yes, you accomplish a large amount of that by shoving stuff in your mouth: rocks, sticks, shoes, food occasionally, more rocks, sand, toys… That’s all normal. Well, maybe not the shoe thing, but I won’t judge. Some people are into shoes.
You also love to pick up things and carry them around or throw them. You grab what you want, toddle around for a minute and then chuck it. Feet and ankles beware! You’ve got quite the throwing arm already. And often we have to go exploring to find where you’ve hidden things: mustard bottles in the cookie sheet cupboard, shoes in with the dried cranberries, toys under the oven. Well, actually, the toys are kind of everywhere. That isn’t all your doing though. Three boys and two cats… The toys are everywhere.
So it goes. So it is. Everything as it should be.
What a year. All that screaming from when you were first born, so much louder than your brothers, so much more inconsolable than they ever were too, seems so distant already. I haven’t forgotten. I’m not sure I ever will. But, the sharp edges have already worn off. You still scream of course and, often, the loudest. But, it isn’t as bad. I’m sure that will continue to improve and one day we’ll look back and be able to sigh with a smile over the hard early days of your life.
In the meantime, you keep doing you. Smile. Laugh. Cry. Learn. Grow. Blow those kisses and wave to the passing cars. Watch those big brothers and rush to keep up with them. I’d tell you to slow down and take your time but I don’t really think that’s an option. You already want to be where they are. I can’t see that ever changing. I hope it doesn’t.
I love you, my Littlest Prince!