Today my little girl turns one. I'm not going to lie, it's been a long and rough year for us. I've reached my breaking point more than once, and I have never been this stressed out in my life, but I wouldn't change it for the world.
Juliana, you are a my little trooper. You've met your challenges and motored through many of them. You don't cry no matter how many strange doctors we take you to, instead you flirt with the male doctors. You never cried any of the times they drew your blood. You love Miss Peggy, your feeding therapist, and bounce up and down every time you see her. When you feel like no one is paying attention to you, your cry/yell more than makes up for your small size. You love your brother, and even though you aren't crawling, we can see that you want to do everything that he does. You have your grandpa wrapped around your tiny fingers. I don't think Grandma Vicki even gets time with you if Grandpa Jim is around. Your cousin, Rori Rose, is dying for you to play princesses with her, and Auntie Jaime slobbers on you as often as she can. Our special house guest, Holly, loves you as well, and has learned to take out her earrings before she plays with you. Theresa is happy to have a little girl to watch every day, and I think she secretly hopes that you will be a girly-girl.
I want you to know that your daddy and I are doing everything we can to help you down this rough and bumpy road. Hopefully the early intervention will get you caught up quickly, you catch on quickly and are always watching everyone and everything around you.
We love you very much, little girl. Happy Birthday!