I can’t believe that our daughter is one year old. As cliché as it is, it seems like only yesterday that we were cradling this little girl in our arms for the first time, and now she’s all but “cradle-able” as she’s up and exploring every minute she’s awake. I love her spirit; it’s curious and confident, independent yet affectionate, and entertaining though unsure about being the center of attention. Somehow, she melds the unique differences of Jess and me into one adorable little expression of joy.
Last night I posted a quick instagram captioned with a thought about how full my life is with Meg. I don’t want to take away from any of God’s overwhelming goodness in my life before August 11 of last year, but, I can confidently say that I’m–at least–a better person because of the deeper understanding this child has given me about the love of a father. And as I pray so often that I steer her towards the unfailing love of Jesus, it’s amazing that she’s steering me in the same direction.
Happy Birthday, Meg. And thank you, Jesus, for the joy you’ve brought to our lives in the last year.
Our party plans for Meg certainly didn’t include the biggest, brightest, best party you’ve ever seen. We realized pretty quickly when we began talking about how to celebrate this, her first year, we didn’t want to get caught up in stress ourselves. So, we invited a few, cooked only a little, and kept her in the comforts of home. It was just perfect and left us feeling so blessed by our community of friends.
A tangible part of that blessing was a very dear, kind mother of one of my former brides who gifted the cakes for the party to us. This lady took one sentence of direction and made two cakes that fit our little girl perfectly. Thanks, Ms. Beth, for your gracious thoughtfulness! (Check out Monkey Kisses facebook page here)
Meg’s “dancing shoes”:
We love everything about our house, but, it’s a tad small. So, even our limited guest list would’ve made things crowded. Well, also thanks to the generosity of a former bride’s mom, we had a TON of some cheese cloth-like scrim drapery that we were given a while back that did a great job turning our garage into something less… lame.
This is where that center-of-attention-uncertainty came in:
…but once she tasted that icing, all was well.
At this stage, Jess seemed to be the most excited about the presents… her and her little buddy Myles who helped her open ’em up.
And one of those gifts just about had Jess in tears. Our friend, Emily, handmade this doll for Meg. Her name? Eden. We love this doll and the incredibly thoughtful sentiment behind it. Oh, and Meg won’t put her down. She and Eden are already best friends. ;)
Her “henna” tattoo
And her initials, stitched over her heart: