Hard to believe that my little boy is one. He's an actual PERSON, not just a helpless, tiny, scrunched-up thing. We had his party this weekend and he was surrounded by family and friends, all of whom are very much appreciated for attending! I was having a bit of a decorations meltdown at the park as there was just enough of a breeze that nothing wanted to stay put. I had to take a deep breath, remind myself that it doesn't need to go on Pinterest, and be secure in the knowledge that the people there to celebrate were far more important than the balloons staying upright. Armed with a roll of duct tape, my brother went for the uncle of the year award and fixed it all while I ran home to pick up the birthday boy, who was being dressed by his auntie, who should also get an award for leaving home at 4:30am and driving 5 hours to be there. Little man celebrated his first year with his first slice of pizza, stealing and chowing down on a cake pop from his auntie's hand, and sharing his first cupcake with mommy.
So, after my first year of parenthood, I look back and wonder if I'd do anything differently. To be honest, I don't think I would. We've had our ups and downs. There have been moments of sleeplessness and frustration, far outweighed by joy and laughter. We have a happy, friendly, funny little boy who delights us and those around him on a daily basis. He makes us proud, which makes me think we must have done something right. It's been an adventure, but a grand one. I can't wait to see what the next chapter brings.
Happy Birthday my little love.