Today is an ultra important day, in case you didn't know. I'm surprised there wasn't a national holiday declared for today, as it's Isabella Rose's first birthday! I am proud to report that she is taking after her Auntie Sam in stretching out the celebration of her day of birth, so far she's had three parties. I just got off the phone with her mama, who reported at the latest party some little boy ate a cupcake, followed by some Cheetos (a totally fabulous combination) and then promptly threw up. Bella was pleased - "You know it's a good party when someone throws up." Ah, yes - we usually threw up in the Taco Bell drive thru, but if Isabella can hold out on that experience, it would be great.
Every time I spend time with Bella and Isabella, it's nothing but life affirming. I think of the events of this first year, some special, loving moments, and once again I am struck by how children just seem to get better - you think they are just extraordinary around four months, and then you fall in love with each new milestone. It makes me exhausted and exhilirated, just considering the reality of a child - I don't know how my friend Bella does it. Bella is such an amazing, thoughtful mom, and Isabella is blooming under her attention and nurture, along of course with her daddy and her wonderful grandparents. I am so happy that we have this precious Petite Ya-Ya, who can say "Jesus" and "shoes" - what else do you really need, I ask you? If you've got that, you've got everything.
I clicked back and read the account of her birth, and hot, happy tears trickled down my face. I'm so thankful I wrote it all down, all those little details that slip away so fast. Happy birthday, our baby big girl. You are loved, cherished, adored. You are surrounded by people who love you and would do anything in the world to protect you. And most of all, people to dance and sing alongside you. It's a good life, baby.