My darling Abigail,

You are eleven months today. As I sit and type this, you’re busy dancing to Yo Gabba Gabba (it’s Brobee’s birthday) and being mesmerized by your Gabba friends. Unfortunately you’re bringing in this day with a cold, which I now also have. I’m hoping this means that for your big day in a month, you’ll be healthy as a horse and ready to celebrate with all your family.

Oh yeah. YOU’LL BE ONE IN A MONTH. I know it’s not officially a year yet…but holy shiz this has been the fastest year in the history of man. I plan on having a team of important scientists take a look at this for me to prove this as fact. Anyway, I thought I’d share with the interwebs your new word. I’m pretty sure your next words will be “as IF, momma” because you’ve been perfecting that look for the past few weeks.

I love you so very very much. Get ready for the best birthday ever, my sweet.

Love, Momma.