Year One
There’s not much I can say about my son on his first birthday. In most ways, he’s still barely a person. We can’t talk about anything. I have only the vaguest notion of what he likes and what he doesn’t. Yet in the year that I’ve known him I’ve seen him undergo a dramatic transformation from flesh-lump to genuine proto-human. He emotes. He stands up. If I hand him something, he will look at it with a clear expression on his face: “what the hell is this? does it please me?”
He may not be able to vocally express much beyond happy or sad, but it is in those moments that his burgeoning personhood is on display. It’ll take a few more of these cakes before he and I can really start building a father-son relationship, but I know this: I love him, and I’m pretty sure he loves me.
More pics to come. Oh, and if you’ve never read what happened one year ago today, this is the perfect time to do so.