I’ve said before that while many parents think the early years fly by, for us it tends to feel like each year has lasted decades.

In those first hours and days and weeks we didn’t know what L’s future would look like or if he would have one at all, and yet now here he is today “my precious”ing his very own piece of cake (I guess when you’re allowed to have sugar for the first time after four years without any you kind of go Gollum) and laughing raucously as he makes his new Thomas Trackmaster Sky-High Bridge Jump hit him in the junk repeatedly. #miracles

It’s only been four years, but it takes an awfully long time to come as far as he has. His first birthday was really difficult for me, but I’ve come a long way since then too, and each year that difficulty fades a little more.

Happy Birthday, baby boy.