My baby is ONE. I've had a hard day today. Maybe because my cousin Roxanne lost her youngest son yesterday, and I keep thinking that would be my J.P. It's just so heart wrenching. I pray I never have to know that heartache. Sure makes you evaluate your life and remember that this is really the only moment you have for sure, we tend to forget that in the daily grind of life. I know that I'm not having anymore babies and there is nothing I can do to stop J.P. from growing up. From here on out he's a toddler not a baby and there's no going back. So, I have hugged and loved all over him today-which he loves...but, he reaches the point where he just wants me to put him down so he can MOVE...(I could see him thinking, "Enough already Mom!")
I just love him so much. He is so unbelievably happy. All the time. We are so blessed.
His face here is just saying, "Ummm...what is that? Hey guys, a little help here?" And his brother and sisters were happy to oblige. Next year he'll be doing it himself...but this year he's got some people to show him the ropes.
His favorite dinner for his birthday...Hot dogs and apples.
Followed by a little mischief after dessert.
Happy Birthday my love.
