My dear little boy turns one on Friday. I can hardly believe it. 365 days old.
Today we celebrated with our mother's group friends and ate gluten, dairy, egg and nut free cakes and biscuits and played in the yard with the rain water and the hose. There were little circus-y hints around the house and a large bowl of fruit punch. There were babies with handfuls of fruit and lapfuls of toys. There were smiling, laughing mothers and streamers blowing around in the breeze.
Just as it all should be.
