The first birthday celebration is the party that the child could do without. But the mother, never. I need to celebrate this wonderfully hard, wonderfully joyful year of adjusting to a new spirit in our home, a spirit that came with his own agenda and his own personality, and of adjusting to a new body in our home, a body that came with demands that I must meet, often before meeting my own. I need the first birthday celebration to reflect on how we have grown together, this little guy and me, this little guy and us as a family. I am grateful tonight for the chance I was given, one year ago today, to love yet another person with such breadth and depth.
Because we're in Utah (and have been for 2 weeks now), we had a big shin-dig: We went swimming all afternoon. J cooked us up some of his famous pasta, meatballs, sausage. H had 2 servings. We played memory with pics of H throughout the past year. H (with help from all of his cousins and siblings!) opened presents. I made H an egg-free cake and the rest of the hooligans egg-full cupcakes. H thoroughly enjoyed his cake, and after a quick bath for H, we capped it all off with sparklers. Happy Birthday, to our favorite little H, who is really not-so-little any longer!
My 4 favorite things about H:
(1) His hugs and kisses, especially after he wakes up
(2) His "Whoa!" when he sees any interesting food or contraption
(3) His smile--he smiles with his whole face/body
(4) His love of books. He'll tear anything and everything apart, but not books. He sits and flips through them. A boy after my own heart.
3 comments:
Oh happy late birthday sweet little 'hen-ee'. We miss you guys so much!
Happy Birthday, H!! I can't believe our babies are already one---
He's such a cutie! Glad you have him!
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