Oliver, there aren't adequate words to describe the way you are, or the way I love you. One year ago today, you materialized, bubbly, bright, alert - already searching the world for clues with your big, curious eyes.
From this tiny being, you've emerged - a playful, cheeky and extraordinarily determined soul. I genuinely cannot wait to see the person - the boy, man, you'll become.
You still love to be held in my arms, and now Daddy's too. Occasionally beside me in bed, snuggled close when sleep won't come. I wish there were more minutes in the day to simply hold you.
I've sat with you countless evenings, waiting for you to fall asleep, watching your face. God I love to watch your face. The way your features gracefully balance against each other and become so peaceful as you drift off.
Few things make my heart as happy as when I watch you and your brother figuring each other out. It doesn't always go smoothly of course, but sometimes, in a fleeting moment, you catch each others' eye and giggle, or he'll bend to kiss you, or you'll reach to touch his face.
I could never have imagined you.
I love you. Always.