My love, you are already one year old.
And you're so tall.
I've wanted to write about you ever since you started moving around and I noticed all the ways you have that amaze us. Without waiting too long, you started, we were on a sheet outside this summer (as I love so much, I found happiness there) to go from behind on all fours then you took your run to the front, also lifting your butt making us smile.
Every new thing touches us, just like when you first started speaking: we noticed it when you were 3 weeks old and you wanted to exchange smiles with us and catch the eyes of everyone you met. It was with a click of your tongue that, from the time you were 6 months old, I was able to say to your brothers: "Jonathan is talking to you." You still make that noise, waiting for us to do it in turn, and then you burst into your smile, which makes us smile in turn. YOU wake up in the morning with him, as soon as your eyes open. My beautiful angel. Daddy, who comes to see you when he hears you, is amazed every time, no matter how early you are on your knees to move as only you do, with that energy, upright, and your hands reaching for the sky, with that happy face, that sparkle in your eyes. No matter the time, we smile at you. It's only at night when you want to have fun that I don't answer you, even if my heart wants to, because you have to stay asleep! You look like you'd be partying, no matter what. And you're right. You celebrate life every moment and you teach me that again. You have this ardor and this joy in your whole being that communicates so much to us. Thank you, my love, for being this angel of happiness.
And to communicate it to us. At 3 weeks old you started with that first hesitant smile, then the clap to communicate with us from your 6 months, amazing your brothers because they thought well, me too I admit, that it was necessary to wait for the words to be done. But no! And it was your father who taught you then to clap that you knew how to distinguish from the "goodbye" of the hand. Two gestures that you are so proud to do, with good reason. With me, you learned to dance. I quickly realized that you imitate me by just raising an arm since I often rhythm the song with my fingers. So I also already know, from your 6 months, when you want to dance. And above all, that I dare not start without you, you will cry! So we already have many little rituals, from the moment you wake up to say goodbye to your brothers then to let ourselves be carried away by happiness near the music station. In the evening, after bath time, you have to go to Mommy's precious bottles, and you copy my hands there too, little angel of love. Then I smile again. You babies learn everything like this. And it's wonderful.
Do you know when you made me laugh with that astonishment that each of your learnings brings? I already made that "rrrrr" sound for you so that you would understand, from your first explorations on the floor, not to put the dirt in your mouth. Having put you down to dress me, you then did your housework, as young as 6 months, throwing behind you, with that well-reproduced throat sound - "rrrr", the pieces in your path. Beautiful love. I confess to you that I can't help but leave some lying around so that you can make me smile again!
I'm talking to you. I'm explaining everything to you because you understand and make yourself understood. How wonderful! You quickly have gestures and sounds for light (that astonishment you experience with "air" and your arm in the air), the train (then I can stop everything and open the door with you so you understand the carriages behind the sound), the moon (head back and the uuuuuuuu and you look at Dad because he was the first to show it to you), the apple is associated with Pépito (and we'll get dressed to go give him some because I want you to understand that I understand)... These are all our passwords. All our very own codes. We also have this way when we see birds or cats, of perching our voice a little higher, which is why you were able to warn me when a kitten arrived near us while traveling.
Of course, when you broadcast mamamamans, I discover your voice and am amazed. Every time!
You also realized, from your first grimace, my astonishment and then my laughter. So here is a new way if you want to claim my attention and a connection!
Food-wise, being the third child, I was able to trust life even more, following no saying but your attraction to what nourishes me. So, from the time you were 6 months old, you loved discovering all the vegetables in the garden, which you like to hold tightly in your hand and then bring to your mouth on your own. YOU have since asked for my green juice whenever you see it. In small doses you have. My plates of teff (you who love tomatoes so much), quinoa, avocado, curry casserole, you love. So you haven't taken any of the cereals or baby mixes offered on the market. I like this idea that a baby doesn't know that he is born in a modern era and that before, not so long ago, these proposals did not exist. In the morning, you are offered a gluten-free muffin that fills your handful and that you eat with appetite, leaving as many around you. Since we make them together and they are vegan, so egg-free, I already give you the uncooked mixture, like for the healthy cookies you watch me make while carrying in my arm.
Some people worry about my back, seeing us always like this! I then explain that I appreciate this freedom to carry you around, that I envy our closeness, that I don't want to miss anything and that my back has had time to strengthen itself since you three were babies! I am like that, a lioness mother to you, my little koala.
I'll tell you how you climb on me when I give you milk. Nothing restful, some might say. It's when you're asleep that I can lie down with you. YOU know what? I like to keep you on me to enjoy this calm and this body to body which is so good. For a year, my baby, you've been falling asleep on me and staying in my arms. I even slip into bed like this. From your 7-8 months, I started to gently put you next to me for the night but I still take you back on my trunk occasionally, like that famous great night, of unequaled intensity and strength, of January 10. We get used to these love collades.
When you see your big brother in the morning and when he comes back from school, you ask him for some and you rest your head on his shoulder for a long time. He makes "ahahahahah" sounds that soothe you (you've been making ahahahaha since you were little when you want to go to sleep). Your little big brother wants it just as much. And when you accept, even if it's less comfortable, you should see his look, his face that becomes so happy. He will also touch me when he watches you sleep, for a long time like the morning of your birth when he already found you so beautiful.
All these paintings are now engraved for life. Thank you, my love. Happy birthday, darling. Thank you for being in our lives.
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