The cake is made. Banners are hung. RSVP list in hand. Balloons are bunched. I cannot believe it's been a year already. It was just yesterday I held him for the first time. Now he sits on his own, eats solid food, walks on his own, and is developing favorites. The time just flies so fast. This birthday party represents one more year of memories made. But, as I sit here and reminisce, its really not the big moments that make me well with gratitude.
In fact, the memories I find myself sitting in for a while, are, in a way, small. While my boy may have learned to walk, say please and thank you, and eat with a fork, the moments that have actually meant the most were when we rocked every night before bed singing Twinkle Twinkle more times than I could count. Or our one-on-one dates to get a donut with sprinkles on it. I will never forget our talks about the importance of saying "I'm sorry." And I will forever want to thank him for acting as my mirror most every day.
Now, it's not that this birthday party isn't special. Or that the milestones and anticipated events are less significant. It's just that these aren't the moments that make up our life together as a family. The whispers in the ear, the book reading, the tickle fights, and crying together over daily disapointments are the things I hold closely and I hope he will look back and say these moments were his favorite too.
While I am going to give this birthday party all I've got, (and can definitely guarantee a one year old with a sugar high) I really am looking forward to this next year with him. I anxiously await the treasures we will be given in each and every normal day.