Our sweet Bean is one year old. I have moments where I don’t even know how that is possible.
A year ago I was waiting on labor to truly begin, knowing it was the day I was going to meet my baby because all the signs were there, a little anxious because it wasn’t happening in the progression I was used to, and then bam! It all started and finished in less than 3 hours and I was in a birthing pool in front of our large living room window, overlooking Diamond Head and Waikiki, holding my precious girl in my arms.
It was damn near akin to magic. It was perfect and beautiful and everything I’d hoped for. And the end prize, the tiny vernixed-covered newborn of perfection, was everything I’d ever hoped for.
She’s had the most epic of first years of life.
She’s been loved on daily by aunties and their littles. She’s spent more time at the beach than many people will spend in their whole collective lives. And she’s definitely a fan of the sand and water. All. Day. Long.
She’s visited the Big Island and seen volcanoes. She’s traveled through rain forest.
She’s been whale watching.
She’s spent a weekend on Molokai.
She’s traveled through Europe. She’s been to Anne’s Frank’s memorial grave site and crawled the streets of Berlin. She’s eaten the foods of Madrid and seen the castle in Segovia. She’s played in the parks of Seville where her ancestors once lived. She’s visited the Eiffel Tour and the Louvre and Versailles. She learned to walk in London, where she also got her first pair of walking shoes.
She’s moved from an island to the Midwest.
She’s eaten fried cookie dough at the Minnesota State Fair.
If her first year foretells what her life holds for her, she’ll be a lifelong adventurer and world-traveler. There are by far worse things, I suppose.
Oh, my sweet, lovely Bean. You are so serious, so certain of what you want and when you want it. You are, of course, gorgeous. You are fun and silly, and I love the little person you all ready are.
Happiest of birthday, Freja Lu. We couldn’t have asked for a better fourth kid.