It's 7:58pm. One year ago I was being wheeled up from Labor & Delivery to my room in the Mommy and Baby unit at Froedtert. Preston had been born at 3:30, and the place was full so we had to wait to get a room upstairs. But we finally did, and I felt like I could finally rest a bit. Tonight, I sit here on the couch and I watch Preston sitting on the living room floor playing with his new baby doll (thanks to Aunt Erin and Uncle Tom), and the box it came in. Skip's playing the guitar, and Scotch is playing with Preston. We are a little family. I could not be more blessed. One year ago we were marvelling at this tiny miracle that had just been brought into the world, and right now I'm marvelling at how much he has grown into a goofy, adorable, sweet, laid-back, loving little blondie. He has brought Skip and I together more than I could have imagined, and we grow more and more each day as we learn how to be the best parents we can be.
I would not change things for the world.
First cake (the "real" cake comes next weekend), and the ensuing enjoyment, obligatory post-cake cleanup, and playing in a box:
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