While I sit and try to document my feelings of his life thus far, I cannot help but think about all the things I love about him. I love that his favorite things are to be thrown in the air and playing peek-a-scoon (or peek-a-boo for those of you who aren't down with the lingo). I love how his face lights up when he sees me walk into a room, and how his little giggle always makes me laugh. I love how he reaches for his Tio Larry to hold him and then quickly reaches back for me. I love how much of a personality he has gotten in 12 short months. I love how he thinks it is hilarious when I try to get him to say "TIA", and how when I count to three slowly he immediately starts giggling because he knows I'm about to throw him up in the air or swing him around. I love how he uses his entire arm to wave bye bye and how he claps anytime anyone says "yay!" I love saying prayers with him when I get to put him to sleep, I love teaching him new things and watching him learn. I love how he has completely changed the lives of our entire family.
If you have ever met him, even just once, you know how happy he is. He has a way of making me smile like noone else.
He has a huge part of my heart!
Happy Birthday, John Patrick!