So my baby turned one in August. The great thing about having an August birthday where we live is that you can have a back yard bar-b-que to celebrate and so we did just that. We invited all of our family and friends and everyone planned to come until about the week before when half of our guests backed out. That's what happens in summer when everyone starts to get double booked and all of your family lives out of town. Despite the change in numbers we still went ahead and did everything as planned and many people skyped and called and mailed their best wishes from afar. Nolan was loved on so much this summer during various family vacations and get togethers. Celebrating his birthday was a nice way to end the season before my parental leave ended and I had to go back to work. Shortly after we would be planning the transition to daycare and switching our sandals and sunscreen with fall jackets and boots. But until then we made the most of our summer. We travelled, we soaked up the sun, we spent as much time out in the daylight as we could. We sat on the back porch listening to the insects and we took Gunther for endless walks to the park. We swam and ran around. We had ice cream, planned picnics, and hung out at the marina. We bar-b-qued and we boated and we swung high on the swings. We played in the sand, we blew bubbles, we roasted marshmallows on the fire. We did all the things that spelled summer and we created lasting memories that I will always cherish. But my baby turning one? That is something that will only ever happen once and it happened in August when our yard was full of fun and laughter. Nolan took some of his first steps that day in front of everyone as cameras recorded the moment and everyone cheered. Maya insisted that she wear her dress up clothes just for the occasion, and ran around soaking in the compliments everyone gave about her attire. Chris and I ran around trying to make sure everyone was fed and comfortable and having fun. In the end, our baby turned one and another moment came and went like fleeting memories do.
My little guy is now 15 months old and we have other seasons and moments to write about....but for now, let me etch the image of this cute little angel face into my brain so I may never forget what it looked like when my baby turned one.
