Today we celebrate your birthday. The day you made your entrance into the world. Your father and I thought we knew joy and love but on this day at 12:51 am, you changed everything we thought we knew. No one can explain the amount of joy, accomplishment and love you feel the day your child is born. Every minute since your birth, I've grown deeper in love with you.
I loved you from the moment I read the word "pregnant" on a gray stick in my bathroom. My love grew the second I say your little embryo on computer screen. My heart skipped a beat as we waited for your heartbeat. I cried the day we found discovered that our "little seed" would grow to be a man. I looked on in disbelief as you waved to us in your ultrasound. I beamed with joy the moment you looked into my eyes.
The days after your birth have been some of the most exciting, fun and adventurous times in my life. From seeing you smile to crawl to walk and now climbing/running up our stairs. You are an adventurer. You know no fear and will walk head first into the unknown ... LITERALLY. (I've had a few scares as you nearly walked right out the front door or right into the street or up to the dog that was barking and twice your size).
I hope you never lose your curiosity. I hope and pray that you always walk up to a challenge and confront it head first with reckless abandon. For those times that you do fall or falter, know that your father and I will always be there. We will be here to comfort you, encourage you and love you.
A piece of advice, never forget to laugh. Your laugh can brighten any day and has brightened many of mine. I will forever cherish our silly mommy-son moments. Dancing in the kitchen to get you to eat your lunch. Channeling every silly voice and accent I know as I sang "the itsy bitsy spider" for the 35 zillionth time. Our pretend wrestling matches and rough housing on the bed. The shriek you would make when you would get a good clump of my hair. I shrieked too but out of pain. Yours were pure joy.
I am not saying I want you to grow up, but I can't wait to see the person you become. If your second year is anything like the first, I better stock up on caffeine to deal with your endless energy, Band-Aids for all the bumps and bruises you'll endure on your new adventures, Kleenex for the tears I will shed and Chapstick for all the kisses I plan to give you.
No matter how old you get I hope you will always let me scoop you up, squeeze you right and kiss those chubby cheeks. In that embrace, the world is perfect. In that embrace, time stands still and you are my sweet little boy.
I love you, Davis! Happy first birthday!
Kianey is the mom of one and a WRAL-TV morning news producer. She writes monthly for Go Ask Mom.