One year ago today...right about this time, in fact, I was pacing a hospital room, praying with hands outstretched...for strength. For help. For mercy.
Not for me.
For my friend, who was laboring intensely to bring a sweet baby into the world. Sweet baby James.
He was much smaller then. (She was grateful for that.) Today he celebrated a year on this earth.
He was pretty happy about it.
Being a year old is a lot more fun than being born. I remember when he was born. Much screaming. Much shivering in the little warmer. Much nakedness while awaiting his first bath. Today he had a lot more fun. Much food. Much fun opening presents. And of course....well...I don't think he actually had more pictures taken today than that day. After all, I was on the job the moment he came into the world. I didn't miss much in those first moments.
James has an older brother. He's a good brother. Most of the time anyway. Sometimes it's exhausting being the older brother.
He has an older sister, too. She's a good helper.
All good one-year-old children love their cake. James loved his exceedingly....
His Aunt Bekah loves him exceedingly as well. Even when he can't stop mutilating cake long enough to appreciate it.
When you can't beat em, join em.
That is one well loved cake. His dad said it looked like it went through a chipper.
Happy birthday, baby James! You are loved. Thank you for letting me be part of your world.
1 comment:
Awww, so cute! Thanks for sharing the photos, Chewie!
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