Hey squirt,
It's been a year already. I can already see the wrinkles on your face. Fortunately for you, you seem to be aging pretty well.
I enjoy your company more now than ever. I appreciate that you and mom wait for me in the hallway when I come home. I especially enjoy how you pretend that you have been working when you see me coming (even though I know better). I like it when you help me read books. Your sound effects are priceless.
When you throw tantrums, I know that is because your mom has been spoiling you while I am at work. After dad is home for a little while on the weekends, you are always a perfect angel.
After looking through your first year of photos, I have noticed that you have gotten prettier. I didn't think that was possible when you were just a few months old. You have also gotten quite a bit smarter (amazing I know). Your vast intellect coupled with you amazonic height causes quite the confusion for the ladies at the playground. They can't believe it when we tell them you are only 1 year old after you have recited the complete periodic table (caution: possible hyperbole).
Here's to many more years of good times assuming your mom doesn't take me out so she can cash in my life insurance and move to barbados. Peace and Love from your pops.
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