Fiona turned one today. She is truly One-derful. She’s been busy making sure she could walk and talk like a legitimate toddler. As she moves across the room, she puts her hands in the air and her hips slowly pivot like she’s wading through a lagoon. And she’s such a talky girl. She’s already got Mama, Dada, and Gat and talking with such inflection it’s fascinating. She’s moving on and we will celebrate her first birthday this weekend with a little gnosh and cake.
As you may know, her appearance in our lives was miraculous. At the age of 45, desperate to not have Eamon be the only child I had with Mr. Right, I conceived her. I was ready to let the Universe decide my fate and it did.
She’s a miracle to me and I could gush but instead, let me tell you about Fiona’s impact on the other people in our life. In one year, Mark’s Mom and Dad, in their late 70’s, were blessed with two miraculous granddaughters. All the grandparents are delighted beyond words. There’s a special bond for grandparents and the children glow in their eyes.
My son loves her so much and she him. Like the moon and the stars. They are so smitten with each other. Crazy cute. Her Daddy is done for and I am looking forward to seeing this little girl get the love and attention from him that she is entitled to. To watch the love expound exponentially within a family is an amazing gift.
And her gift to me? She has shown me that I can be my best me, love me and all I do, and that will be the role model I am for her. To ask to be treated with respect from my life. To make the creative most of my days, and to continue to laugh and cook and play and be fearless so that she may know her life is bigger than the sum of its parts.
Happy Birthday Fiona.
Your silliness feeds my soul.
Your beauty is breathtaking.
Your love bottomless.
We love you Mrs. Boodge.