You are a year old, Chase. Your dad and I can't believe it. But we know you can. These days you seem to think that you can do most anything your three-year-old brother can do. You were climbing chairs and stairs well before you could walk. You have mastered going up and down the steps and through the back screen door, giving yourself freedom to come in and out from the back yard on your own. You are playing with many of the same toys your brother got for his second or third birthday...
No matter how old you think you are, Chase, you are still our little baby. We love you and all the things that still make you a baby: your pudgy arms and legs, your ache for mommy or daddy when you have been gone from us too long, the comfort that a bottle brings before bed, you find joy in the simple things, you get excited about new flavors and sweet little treats ...
We love you, our little squirmy worm. We look forward to seeing what the next year brings.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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