We're taking you to Cafe on Broadway for a little birthday cupcake/muffin, even though we're having your official birthday party next Saturday at Chick fil A.
I am so excited you are One. You are brilliant. You did the signs for both "please" and "more" tonight on the couch...chocolate pudding is pretty inspiring, apparently. You are so spoiled and get to stay up and watch 30 Rock with us every night while your brother is usually in bed around 8:30. Technically, we get you to sleep while watching, but you usually wake up, ready to party sometime before we're ready to go to bed. Tonight, we played a game where we put a cup on our face and talk into it. You thought it was pretty funny. And you think its funny when I pretend like your hand is hitting my face so hard, it moves it.
And you are in love with your daddy. Every time I say, "Look at this!" to him, you look up and smile to make sure he is.
Still remember those BIG brown eyes looking up at me when they laid you on my tummy minutes after you were born. What an amazing, crazy thing: that that's how humans get here, straight out of other humans. And that you were "someone...a girl..." and now you are Berea, Berea Abigail, the joy of your Father(meaning of Abigail) and a diligent searcher of the Scriptures (Acts 17:11)...ok, well, maybe not yet, but we're pretty sure you're interested.
