One year later.

It really isn’t hard to be a parent to such a whimsical, funny, curious kid. I’m just going to write about my today with her, because, on one hand, it is like most (so I never think to write down the details), and on the other, it is totally special. You know?

Maya slept through the night until 6:20 or so, and then woke me up telling little stories to her stuffed dog in her crib. She wanted to bring the dog with her into the front of the house, but that would result in some disturbing dog-on-dog cannabalism from Lola, so she cheerfully left the dog in the crib and reached up for me instead (also my glasses). Then the daily excitement of opening the blinds, and her looking at the trees, and then grinning at me, like I am magical for making this happen (every day!).

Maya usually wants to feed Lola most of her breakfast, so after she had enough blueberries to *become* a blueberry, and helped me coat the floor in yogurt, we invited Lola in and she laughed so hard giving Lola pieces of banana that the high chair literally moved around the kitchen. (Cheese snacks in the afternoon usually involve belly laughs as I throw Lola bits in the air to catch)

Then it was a blaze of reading 20394802934 books and playing and tummy kisses from Daddy and dog walks and fun-play with Valorie and Lucas until Mommy returned from work. And now she’s kind of shyly chatting with her doggie in her crib during naptime while I type, and soon will try ice cream for the first time.

She gives us perspective, and joy, and frustration, and fun, and shines a rainbow absolutely everywhere she turns.

And in exactly 4 hours, she’ll be one year old.