The littlest sprout is one

Dear, sweet Magnus...
 Your frequent night wakings are buffered by the soft nose kisses you give, the sweet caressing of my arm with your chubby little hands and your constant nodding and chatter.
You love to emphatically shake your head yes or no to our questions in an attempt to communicate - I daresay you will be the most fiercely independent of all three (and I thought Kasper was a challenge!).
You have such confidence. One of the highlights of your days is riding up and down the road on your Kepler bike with Mama steering and you proudly looking on.
You are quick to cling to Mama in a crowd and unwilling to be pried away by anyone, but I truly think this time with me now will reinforce your independence in the future.
You are falling in love with Far and love to hear his voice when he comes home from work each day. Like the other two, you love to entertain him with your greatest tricks.

Your big sister is willing to babysit, care for and be responsible for you with capabilities way beyond her years - she is such a wise, old soul and loves you so.
Your big brother is eager to kiss, hug and be so very close to you (too close for your comfort), he loves you so fiercely and is waiting for the time when you will be able to tumble and play with him rather than just watch from a wary distance - he adores every inch of you.
Mama is still in disbelief of how cute you are with all that white blonde hair and is thankful for the many quiet days we will have together in the coming months to just be. Our alone time is filled with time outside and you asking so much about the world around you, I love seeing it all through your eyes.
Far loves to give you your bath, rides on his shoulders and carry you around all day Saturday on our adventures on his day off. Lucky fella (you and him).

Dear, sweet Magnus. I have said it before and will say it many days of your life. You are the warm fire we gather around day and night. AnaSofia is the lighthouse guiding us through the storms and Kasper is the wild, beautiful storm that pulls us out of our comfort zone. Each of you are a gift to us and I am grateful and humbled by you.

Happy 1st Birthday sweet fella.