I've decided that the first birthday is really more for the moms - a sentimental milestone of time's passage. The few days prior and since, I've found myself musing on the little everyday interactions that have begun to show me the personality and growth of my son. In all the busyness of caring for him, somehow I forgot that he was his own soul long before he came to me.
The other night he gave me his first 'real' kiss. It wasn't something I asked for or tried to coach him on. It delighted me in an undescribable way. That same night he also figured out his shape sorting toy and I realized how quickly he was growing up. How precious time is!
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