Here’s Mud in Your Eye
I wish I could eat like this and still be as adorable as you are. This has to be a girl-magnetizing technique at day care. The girls at your birthday party certainly found you fetching. Big ones. Middle-sized ones. Tiny ones. None of us could get enough of you.
I held you for the first time since August. Of course, you have changed. You’re bigger. And squirmier. You try to say things. Nothing gets past you. Yet, in some ways, you were still the same. That ancient, knowing look. Fighting sleep to its death. Your happy baby smile.
Seeing you on your birthday was a gift to me. To know that you’re still the same, even as you’re changing. You observe your surroundings with something akin to wisdom…….and then you drop your cupcake in the pool. Hone those tactics, Cooper. It’s the thing that keeps people guessing, wondering what makes you tick. Reveal just enough to keep them interested, and you will travel through life with people eating out of your hand.
I love you, Cooper. Happy Birthday.