Letters to Solace: 12 months

My dear Solace,

Happy 12 months! I can't believe you are a whole year old. You are 17 lbs and 28" long with an average sized head. You wear 9 month clothing, size 3 diapers, and a bib always for your perpetual drool. You stand confidently while holding onto furniture. You slide stools and little chairs across the floor to take steps throughout the house. You are fastest when you crawl. You possess an endearing blank stare reminiscent of your daddy's, especially with your bottom two teeth in view. Your gums are swollen but you haven't sprouted any other teeth yet. You prefer sticking close to your family, specifically your mama. You'll start your day by nursing in the early morning while I admire how your little feet curl against one another. Then you'll roll over to grin at your daddy and receive cuddles, and then wait for your siblings to tote you off to play. You love food and want to try everything. You eat plenty of Os cereal, eggs with spinach or other veggies, ground turkey, bananas and other fruit, salmon, and more. You enjoy playing in the little toy kitchen, with magnetic blocks and legos, and want to be a part of the fun in our house where it is never dull with five older siblings. You love bathtime with the littles. You babble, giggle, and are a cuddly ball of delight. We delight in you profusely, Solly Pie. We love you so much and thank the Lord deeply for the gift of your life, which has been all cheer and comfort. We can't wait to see how the Lord grows you, Lord willing in the knowledge of Him and His ways. May you grow into a man after God's own heart.

Love you so,

Mommy

P.S. Solace at 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 months, and his birth story.