Oh how fast the year has gone. My little cupcake just turned one. Can you believe it?! Me neither. Amberlie is still my sweet and fiesty little baby. She has such a cheerful disposition, and she handles the tough loving of her three big sisters with such grace. I could sit and rock this bundle of joy all day if time permitted, but... time rarely permits it, or so it seems. I cherish the evenings when Nick is putting the big girls to bed and I sneak away to my room to snuggle with Amberlie. We usually spend time tickling and giggling and loving all over each other. When Nick has successfully gotten three kids to sleep, I've usually wound the littlest one up a bit. It's our special time together, and I love it. She weighs 19 pounds and those cheeks are the only chubby thing on her. At twelve months she has JUST two teeth poking through and hardly has a hair on her head. She's taken a step or two, but so far she has little desire to take off walking. I can't say I mind all that much. If she truly is the last of our crew, I want these baby stages to last as long as possible. Happy birthday, sweet little one. I love you from the bottom of my heart.
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