You're eleven months old today, and you reached a major milestone just two days after I wrote you your last letter. At ten months and 3 days old, you took your first steps! You haven't quite mastered this skill yet—and you still look very drunk when you do it—but I'm confident you'll be a pro in a couple weeks, well before your first birthday.
Your birthday! It's a month away, and I've been thinking about it every day for weeks (okay, months) now. I look forward to celebrating your first year on this earth with all the people who love you. I know you won't remember your party, but I'm going all out anyway. It's for your dad and me—and we'll remember it forever.
I don't know if it's your impending first birthday or what, but I've been having lots of emotional moments lately, where your greatness just blows me away. It happened when you walked nine steps, once when you kissed me, when you first discovered you could make funny bubble sounds with your mouth by vibrating your lips with your index finger—and yesterday, when I just looked at you. I'd just finished changing your diaper, and you were lying on your changing pad, content (which is highly unusual; you're usually unmanageably wiggly), and I stared and stared at your gorgeous face. As crazy as it sounds, I think the tiny blue veins at your temples are what finally made my tears spill over. They struck me as such a real reminder that you're a human, with blood coursing through your veins and air moving in and out of your lungs. Your daddy and I made a little person. Will that ever stop amazing me?
Speaking of amazing, you dance when you hear music now. I didn't realize feeling music and physically responding to it was so inherent. You also know to "run" away from us when you think we're going to take something away from you—like cat food, (hopefully) before you shove it into your mouth. You have a special language reserved for communicating with the cats, who aren't your biggest fans. Every single day, you're a little better at everything you do—and seem a little less like a baby and a little more like a little boy.
I can't believe we're beginning our last month of your first year with us. I have a feeling it's going to be a great one. Of course it will be.