Happy Birthday to the Sutters!

My sweet perfect Sutton, 

Happy First Birthday, buddy! No words can express how much we love you, what you mean to us, and what an incredible blessing you've been to us. 

You're freaking amazing, kid. No really. You're the easiest baby ever. Like, sometimes we forget you're in the room because you're so chill and quiet. A little chirp every now and then alerts us to your presence and we're like, "Oh gah, we have another one! Totes forgot." Granted, we only have your sisters to compare you to and that's not really fair to them because they were twins and there were just so many of them, but you're just so easy-going and relaxed and just like "whatever, man." Thank you for that. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT. 

We prayed so hard for you. We were so excited to find out you were on the way that wonderful day back in January 2012. And we freaked out when we found out you were a little mister! I still can't believe it. I counted the days until you were born. I did out of eagerness to meet you, but also, you were mega-uncomfortable, bud. Your two sisters at once were way more smooth about being in there. But, I couldn't wait to meet you. And I will say, I don't know that anyone was more excited for you to be here than your sissies. Good gracious, they adore you. I'm pretty sure your first sentence will be, "Girls, step away from Sutton!" They just smother you with love. And nobody can make you laugh like they can (except for Daddy when he pretends to throw up.) 

You are into everything. They were right about boys. I was clueless. I just thought, "Eh, a baby's a baby..." BUT NO...you are so much different than Piper Lee and Harper. You eat like a boy, you poop like a boy, you burp like a boy (well, so does Piper), you sweat like a boy, you're stubborn like a boy, you explore like a boy...and it's wonderful! Your curiosity is unparalleled and I hope it stays strong with you throughout your life. I hope you annoy the heck out of professors with the endless questions I know you'll ask. But still, ask them. 

Your little personality is just the best. Always smiling, always asking questions with your eyebrows, always wanting to make friends with other tiny people. I can't wait to see how it blossoms. But, whew, you have some sass when you don't get your way. The girls didn't give me this much 'tude until they were right at 3. I have NEVER seen such a fit thrown as the ones you can throw. Your back legs go straight out, you throw your face down on the ground, and screech like a banshee. It's hilarious. I'm always in awe as it happens...sweet little Sutton throwing the champion of fits. But then, the next second, you're smiling and giggling, always with a mischievous glint in your baby blues. So dramatic, you are. 

Your absolute favorite toy is the little plastic microphone I got for the girls in the Target $1 section. You sing and sing and sing into that thing. Why I bother with fancy pants learning toys when I can just hit up the $1 section, sheesh. You love the trampoline and just exploring everywhere in the yard. Lost count of how many bugs you've eaten, but so far you're doing fine. 

You're so handsome. And fat. And just the sweetest little chunk. No idea you'd be such a giant, but I'm sure it's by God's design, so you can defend yourself against the twinser attacks. Your eyes are the deepest blue and your hair is just amazing. I do get a few "you have three beautiful girls" comments here and there, but I mean...you're so pretty and those curls are just precious. I just can't cut your hair yet. And I promise I won't call you "pretty" when you're 16, but right now, you are and you can't do anything to stop me, so... 

We love you so much, son. Our sweet Sutty Buddy Butterbear Butterbean Sutter Butters Sutternut Squash Suttsball Sutts Suttsman Suttersby Suttsy Butterball Turkey. I cannot wait to see the man you become. I pray for you and your sisters daily. Every night, I lean over your crib and whisper, "I love you, little monster."(And then add a hissy, "Please don't wake up!" when I carelessly knock the rails...rookie mistake.) I would do anything for you, I hope you know that. I'd even share my last chocolate with you. And sometimes I have to because you're being dramatic in the car and I'm not happy about it, but I do it...because I love you. And then your sisters want some and it's just CHAOS EVERYWHERE STOP ASKING FOR MY CHOCOLATE. 

What was I saying? 

Oh yes, Sutton, my darling baby boy... I can't believe you're a year old. Time has flown. I so vividly remember the day you were born...well, really, the day before because you were born at 12:11 a.m. that morning. And I'm so glad you came. I'm so thankful to God for blessing us with you. We are lucky people to have you and know you. Thanks for taking us, kiddo. 

Love, 

Mommy