The Birthday Baby

a cupcake to start the day off always gets you in the birthday mood

I won't be able to call him that next year. He's not really even a baby anymore. Babies don't climb up steep slides and slide down by themselves. Babies don't bounce on trampolines and jump off playsets. Babies don't take themselves to the potty and ask for "privy" when they want privacy. But my baby does. He's a daredevil and a love all wrapped up in one, and he's been that way since the beginning.

He's been more joy than I ever knew what to imagine when I first held him in my arms 2 years ago. When we chose the name "Asher", we knew we were naming him "joy" and "blessed", to which he has lived up to in every since of the word. To be putting big boy underwear away in his drawer just feels surreal. Like I blinked and by mistake fell asleep, and now my baby's a big boy. I love seeing who he is becoming, and I am so thankful to get to be a part of it. When he kissed me goodnight tonight, he got lots of slobber all over my cheek, and I didn't dare wipe it off.

Happy Birthday, baby boy.