Happy Birthday, Noa!

One whole year of you

You arrived when the cherry blossoms were just starting to open, six pounds fourteen ounces of pure magic. In twelve months you've gone from tiny fingers wrapped around ours to wobbly first steps across the living room floor. You laughed at crinkling paper before anything else, called everything "ba," and taught us that 3am can be the most peaceful hour in the world. The whole universe got brighter the day you showed up.