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"Our very first moment together! JD turns one tomorrow. Tomorrow. I can&amp;amp;#8217;t believe I had a baby last year. Last Year. And I literally don&amp;amp;#8217;t have that much to say because I poured a lot of my soul into his birthday gift. A letter. I wrote him one last year too. I plan to write him one every year and give them to him on his 18th birthday right before he leaves for Harvard, college. When GF Carlo asked me what I got him, I explained my book of letters and he&amp;amp;#133;sort of made fun of me, like my gift amounted to a pair of socks. And side note: Sometimes I feel like everyday is JD&amp;amp;#8217;s birthday because I&amp;amp;#8217;m always picking him up a new boat to play with in the tub or a suggestive onesie that makes people do a double take. I could wrap up a fancy toy tomorrow morning and JD will play with the BOX it came in or the BOW taped to it. I had lunch with my mother yesterday and I was drilling her about my early childhood&amp;amp;#8212;What did I love to do when I was one? Was I wearing a tutu to bed yet? Obsessed with a certain doll? She kept saying: &amp;amp;#8220;Christine that was twenty-seven years ago.&amp;amp;#8221; Though, she did conjure up the memory of Shirley&amp;amp;#8212;my favorite doll who wore a blue felt dress with white lace trim. She was bald and smelled like powder. I&amp;amp;#8217;m a middle child. I think there is maybe one album dedicated to me and forty-seven to Carlo. Even Brian seems to have a more pieced together past. Everything I&amp;amp;#8217;ve been writing for the past year is witness to JD&amp;amp;#8217;s life and I think it&amp;amp;#8217;s kind of cool we can look back on it together one day when JD asks about his childhood&amp;amp;#133;and other things. Here an excerpt of the letter: We lay in my bed every night at 8 pm. You inch up to my side, right under my arm. We play the &amp;amp;#8220;feet game.&amp;amp;#8221; You put your foot on my mine and I tickle it with my toes and I say: &amp;amp;#8220;Little Foot!&amp;amp;#8221; And you laugh. Your laugh is happy Jack. You and I are very happy, absolutely content and quite a team. After the &amp;amp;#8220;foot game,&amp;amp;#8221; I turn the lights off and give you your bottle. When you&amp;amp;#8217;re done I hum, &amp;amp;#8220;Mmm, hmm!&amp;amp;#8221; and then you say &amp;amp;#8220;Mmm, hmm!&amp;amp;#8221; and we lay alone, just the two of us and we do that for a while, &amp;amp;#8220;Mmm, hmm&amp;amp;#8217;ing!&amp;amp;#8221; Sometimes you get excited and kick your legs up, like your putting a lot of &amp;amp;#8220;umph&amp;amp;#8221; behind that &amp;amp;#8220;Mmm, hmm!&amp;amp;#8221; When you fall asleep I keep you with me for a while before setting you in your crib. I watch you sleep. You smile a lot in your sleep, Jack. I often wonder what you are dreaming about. Maybe it&amp;amp;#8217;s of us playing in the park or making bubble castles in the bathtub or you knocking down the epic block buildings I build for you. Maybe it&amp;amp;#8217;s of simpler things like the butterflies you squeal at when they flutter by or the ducks at the lake you examine as they wade in the gentle lull of the water, while I peep &amp;amp;#8220;Quack, Quack,&amp;amp;#8221; in a loud whisper. I hope you&amp;amp;#8217;ll always smile, Jack, awake and asleep. We&amp;amp;#8217;ve come a long way, Baby! Feel free to leave JD a birthday wish today!"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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