On Friday, Niko had his 1st birthday--hard to believe that a whole year has already gone by! His first birthday made me appreciate a birthday for what it really is--the day a baby is born and a celebration of that day every year after. Being a mother makes me understand it more because I remember that 1 year ago we were in a hospital room watching the clock and wandering when we would meet this new little person.
At 5:17pm when he was born, John and I both learned the meaning of unconditional love when he looked at us both just minutes after being born. Now that I'm all teary (again) thinking about those first moments, I can look back at his party on Saturday and see a 1 year old covered in birthday cake and see how far we've come.
He started out with his little smash cake, which ended up being hard as a rock (had I known this, I would not have bought this!). We traded that cake for a piece of his regular cake and he had no problem diving into that!
