My little cherub turned one year old today.
I am beyond grateful for the love he has shown me that I am capable of having; it’s beyond any measure I could have imagined. Every breath he takes is magic, his face flush with excitement and pride in his newfound abilities.
I am also grateful that he doesn’t know what the hell is going, and with his birthday party tomorrow (which we are beyond not prepared for), this is probably the first and only time I can get away with this:
Happy birthday, baby love.