This morning she delighted in paper, refused to wear her party hat and played peek-a-boo more times than I could count.
Poet Winter is one and she blew out her own birthday candle. Sigh. I will always remember watching her as she gobbled up her first piece of cake, wore that little top-knot so well and fed like she did as a newborn - eyes wide, contentedly grunting.
Che made her a card yesterday with a scattering of gold stars and a big red heart. He said to me: "A heart, for love. Because I love Poe Poe."
We do love you Poe Poe. So much. Happy birthday beautiful girl. You are pure joy and one year ago today you changed our world, forever.