There are some things I won't go into detail about regarding our little man's first birthday party...the coffee I forgot to put out, the rain, the huge pile of decorations that got shoved in the basement at the last minute because I ran out of time, the food that wasn't quite ready, various wardrobe malfunctions, or the fact that I completely forgot to even do my hair.
None of it mattered at the end of the day anyway.
What mattered most was that Cormac was surrounded by so many of the people that love him {and us} who were a part of his first year.
None of it mattered at the end of the day anyway.
What mattered most was that Cormac was surrounded by so many of the people that love him {and us} who were a part of his first year.
Here are some photos that hopefully capture the details and a little of the joy of the day...
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| the birthday boy socializing with guests |
This year has been a wild ride. The birth. The sleepless nights. The first eight weeks of 'survival mode.' The 'firsts.' The infectious laughter. The crocodile tears. The fumbling through it all, hoping and praying that we are doing a half-way decent job.
Something {new and beautiful} every day.
While we all sang 'happy birthday' to him I saw it all flash before my eyes, which then brimmed with tears.
How did we go so quickly from this....
...to this?
Just the blink of an eye, friends...truly, just the blink of an eye.
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