dear james. today is your first birthday. you are already too old. i remember hanging out with you one year ago today. i really do not understand how it is possible you've gotten cuter since then, but it has happened. i would like for you to stop growing now. you are perfect and i'm in love with you. i wish i could see you more and more, but for some reason, you like to go to bed before i get there. anyway, my dear- i love you, i love you, i love you. happiest first birthday. love, auntie erin.

p.s. thank you for feeding me birthday cake with your fingers at your party. it tasted yummy.