It’s been a whole year; and time sure has flown by.
A lot has happened in the past 365 days.
You breathed real live air for the first time, heard your first Beatles song and got loved on by all of those nearest and dearest to you on this day a year ago, and I was there to see it too! And since then you’ve done even more.
You’ve squealed “kitty-cat” hundreds of times, batted at your cousin dozens of times, given your mom and dad millions of reasons to smile and won over the hearts of thousands. (OK, maybe not thousands, but seriously, that orange mohawk you had going on for several months really got you some serious play.)
Charlie, if there was ever a doubt in my mind that I may not have enough love or room in my heart for a second child (something every parent ponders at least a few times after having their first child) you squelched it the first time I rocked you to sleep. I was an aunt before you, and as much as I love my two gorgeous nephews in Louisiana, being able to watch you grow into an adorable little man up close and personal has taken aunthood to a level I’d never experienced before.
I’m not going to lie, this past year for you and all of those that love you hasn’t always been filled with rainbows and sunshine. You’ve given your momma a run for the money in the sleep department for sure. And most seriously, you gave us all quite the scare. I can’t even call it a little scare, it was a whale of a scare.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to unhear your frantic, yet controlled, momma tell me, “Charlie stopped breathing, he’s on the way to the hospital. Can you go there?” as she sped her way there herself. You were just four-months-old. Walking into that emergency room not knowing what I’d find took my own breath away.
What we all thought (and had been told) was just a one-time fluke, quickly turned into something more frightening. Your parents were en route to a much deserved vacation at the Outer Banks when things got scary again. They rushed you to the nearest hospital, halfway between home and paradise, and you and your momma were soon taken by helicopter to a hospital better equipped to figure out what was going on.
It took a couple more weeks, a couple more ambulance rides and a few more hospitals in a few more states before they figured it all out. And we all are counting our blessings that today, at a whole year old, you are doing great!
Charlie, I’m not sure what the cards hold for either you or Miles in the sibling department, only time will tell. But the thing that makes my heart OK with maybe not ever being able to have another baby is that Miles will always have you, right there. He loves you — his cousin Charlie — so much, even though sometimes he doesn’t love sharing his (or even your) toys with you. And for those few times he pushed you or yelled, “no,” don’t worry. You’ll get your chance to get even, I’m sure of it!
You know what else is super cool Charlie, you’ve kind of changed us all. You’ve definitely changed your mom and dad. You may not get it yet, but they are not the same people they were 366 days ago. You’ll see; just ask them in about 10 years. But that’s a good thing. This whole parent thing (wait about 30 years to experience it yourself, just trust me in the time being) really changes a person.
It’s been a lot of fun for me to watch that evolution happen, especially with your mom. Being my twin sister and all, we’re pretty close. I’ve enjoyed being a big part of seeing (and every once in a while helping) with that evolution. All in all, you should be proud of them. They’ve done a pretty good job the last 365 days, haven’t they.
I can’t wait to celebrate your birthday with everyone Sunday although your uncle Michael, Miles and I haven’t picked out a present. I’ll get something though, promise.
Happy first birthday Charlie!
Love Aunt Abbey