My baby is ONE! I can't believe I have a one-year-old. Then again, my life plan (according to my sixteen-year-old self) had me with two to three kids by the time I was 27 so... maybe I can believe it. But still, I feel like I'm 22 so it seems crazy.
Tyson suggested we reenact Logan's birth in celebration of this day (kinda like the nativity story) but I didn't feel like staying up all night or fake pushing a baby out so I vetoed that plan.
I wouldn't mind walking down memory lane a bit though. Take my hand and walk with me, will you?
Here he is all shiny and new.
Love this kid.
Whenever I look at him I think, how is it even possible that this child lived inside me?
Then I remember.
Happy birthday my darling boy!