Today, my baby turns 1. It's hard not to focus on those first tender moments in the hospital. I think about his birth often and with a pang of "never again". Not 'never again' meaning we won't have more kids (not to start rumors or anything!) but in 'never again' with this one. Still, I'm not the parent who mourns every birthday. I want my children to grow, to learn, to become amazing and awesome adults. And heaven help me, I want them to move out one day and go to college (or not) and fall in love (or not) and be happy (fingers crossed).
But those first moments/days of quiet and newness... I do miss them.
Today we celebrated Miller's first year of life and the beginning of his second.
His sister made the cake.
His daddy decorated it.And he loved it.Birthday's mean cousins, much like mine did when I was little. This 4 - now fivesome - are as close as cousins get. and I am grateful.
My baby, my boy, is one. I've been so overcome, I couldn't read aloud the birthday prayer today at church. Indeed. Happy Birthday my sweet, sweet boy.