Our baby turned one today.
Having Urban in our family has made our lives even more rich and full each day.
I really love him.
I let Urban play in the refrigerator, one of his favorite things to do, and dig in the cake.
Urban didn't go crazy over his cake. He liked the fire, just like his dad. He was also insistent on sharing his cake with Ida. He just couldn't figure out how to make her eat it.
We measure the kids on the toy closet door on each of their birthdays. I was ambitious to think I could get all the kids standing together from tallest to shortest....but it happened! If for some crazy reason we would have to move in the future, the door is coming with us. I PROMISE you that!
Off he goes!
By the end of the night when all was opened and celebrated, I rocked my Urban baby while I fed him before bed. It was 6:45. I realized that exactly a year ago to the time I held my new, pink, gorgeous baby in my arms after bringing him into this world and I squeezed tight. I had worked hard to get him here. I stayed in that moment as long as I could. And now a year later I held my gorgeous Urban in my arms and listened to him whisper babbles to me in the drowsiness of the evening. I was overwhelmed with peace. It has been a good year and I am lucky.