Alden was a great host at his very first birthday held at our new rental home in Seattle. We had a quaint group of attendants that we've maintained close friendships with since our last time living here. I am quite sure that none of them ever imagined that they would be attending our child's birthday... and not just because they are really crappy friends who shouldn't get invited anywhere... but, over 5 years ago, we swore up and down that we were going to remain childless for the rest of our lives.
Having such a fine son in Alden makes us both so proud and glad to have changed our minds!
Sadly, little birthday man had a hiiiiiigh fever and wasn't interested in eating his cake. But he still had a pulse and couldn't resist smashing and smooshing it to goo.
Our friend, Sniffany (Stepha-roo, Stephanie), proved a qualified lap to rest on. Alden actually fell asleep as we laughed and ate and carried on around him.
Later, while watching the video, I realized that I had sort of blacked out while singing the "Happy Birthday" song to Alden. Similar to walking down the aisle or graduating, Alden's birthday was one of those moments that I had been waiting for my whole life and didn't even know it. Cliche, I know, but it really does feel like a second ago that we were laboring and delivering him. Now, 18 pounds, 28 inches, and 1 year later, he is a crawling, squealing, pointing, laughing toddler. And so it goes.
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