I love every single thing about this picture of Ladybug.
From her diaper being juust a bit too big, to her little toes all curled up, to that I-just-woke-up-and- didn't-comb-my-mullet-yet hair.
She is so scrumptious and squeezable... all bright eyed and bushy tailed... I can't even stand her right now.
Actually... I am writing this while driving to Wal-Greens to get it printed out for my fridge.
Not really, because, hello... that'd be dangerous... but I just want to eat her face off in this picture.
Why, why, why do our babies get bigger??
Dontcha just wanna keep them small forever??
Happy Birthday baby girl; You are the daughter I always hoped for.
You are funny, and sweet.
You are beautiful, and feisty.
You know what you want, and you know how to get it.
At only one year old... you have no fear, and you are strong willed in everything that you do.
I am so proud to know you, love you, and call you my own.
You have my heart forever.
(PS... Yes, there will be 57 more updates about Ladybug turning 1... you might just want to by pass my blog for the next week or so if that kinda thing annoys you. Fair warning.)