For your first birthday, Dad and I made a double-layer yellow cake with homemade chocolate icing. Dad tried to convince me to etch out “Happy Birthday Sophie” with a toothpick first—as you can see here, I probably should have listened.
You are so lucky. You celebrated your first birthday with all your grandparents.
It’s a birthday tradition that you get to choose your favorite meal. Because you can’t talk yet—at least in a language that we can understand—we guessed.
Dad made you his delicious homemade macaroni cheese. I think we guessed right because you loved it.
We sang “Happy Birthday” to you and I helped you blow out the candle on your cake.
Then, you opened your presents!
You got your cake and ice cream in the red bowl—another family tradition.
You liked it.
You let me put your birthday hat on.
But you liked when I wore it better.
You played with your toys, although you’re still a little unsure about your Radio Flyer—we’ll give it time.
It was such a good day. I wish you a hundred more of these days and I can’t wait to celebrate so many more of them with you.
All my love,
“The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes.” —Frank Lloyd Wright