happy birthday sweet arlo! i can hardly believe that a whole year has gone by already. certainly it seems like just yesterday, but i always say that. what i havent said, or dont say very often is that i was terrified of the thought of you. all through your pregnancy i was at a loss, what were we going to do with three children? how would it all work? and the secret, guilty part of myself was sad that you would somehow feel my fear, that it would be a part of your growing and i hated that, but i couldnt shake the worry. happiness was hard to find. but then you arrived, and you were beautiful and you were loved, you are loved. of course there was room in our hearts. of course we could all squeeze into our home. of course i cant even imagine life without you. the best part of my day is coming home to your never failing, blinding smile, your pudgy (and sticky) hands reaching out for me. and i love you arlo. i love you, i love you, i love you. while there is so much of my own life story waiting to unfold, i can hardly wait to follow your story, and eliots and collettes. so happy birthday my sweet one, my baby. thank you for teaching me just how easy life really is, and that it can and does all work out.