A year ago you were born. What a gift you are.
You are so joyful, so happy just to be alive, I want to take lessons from you.
You are so determined, whether it's learning to walk to keep up with your sister or learning to navigate a full sized umbrella stroller around the park, you don't give up. You bring your steady attention to everything you try. Behind your placid exterior lives a will of iron.
You love everyone. You've had barely a moment of separation anxiety.
Your eyes could stop traffic. Your expression is arresting. You are an old, beautiful soul.
I wish I could take credit for how you are, but you were born this way, a fully formed individual.
Happy birthday, Quiet Riot.