It is a joyous occasion to celebrate. Not because my son was born one year ago. No, that is not really that special. Women pop children out of their bodies every single day. Gold star for them, right? C'mon! No, it is special because I have successfully kept my child alive and relatively safe for one year now. If I had a nickel for every time I almost accidentally maimed/hurt/lost my son, I would have no money as I would have spent it to buy a yacht.
In all seriousness, I have had a fantastic year with the little guy. He has taught me a lot about selflessness, love, patience, and poop...a whole lot about poop. For example, did you know if you feed your child a bunch of blueberries, his poop will smell like the fruit? If I am tasked to watch him for the day I try and make him eat as many blueberries as humanly possible just so the diaper experience will be a little more bearable. New dads, that little tip is free. You're welcome.
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"It's about time I got some cake to wash down all that milk."
"Do I have something on my face?"
That was a lame caption. I'm sorry. It's still early.
I threw together a little slideshow of my son throughout the past year of his life. For those of you who do not know him, you can still enjoy five minutes of viewing the cutest baby in the existence of time.
The song is "Slow Your Breath Down" by Future of Forestry.
Well, there you have it. One year in the bag. I would say that he had a great year, but he has nothing to compare it to. Also, thank the Maker that I do not have to count his age in months anymore. That was just getting obnoxious.
Happy b-day, buddy.
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