So strange, but I do feel different. You are one year old. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Every time we celebrate a holiday or a significant date, it won't be your first. Daddy and I managed to keep you fed, clothed and well for a whole year. Holy fucking shit. I still haven't wrapped my head around being a parent, but here we are, proof in the pudding. Okay, not pudding. Your birthday cake was a flourless chocolate torte with half the sugar the already low sugar recipe called for. It was delicious. You didn't go to sleep for hours.
cake in fist
Whoa! That's good!
After eating cake, you did laps up and down the hallway. Many many times