The first birthday

My husband’s 32nd and first as a father

For the first time in a decade together, I’m not sharing my husband with his entire family on his birthday. We are cozied up in New York State with our 4 month old on this day, and you’d think we’d feel lonely… so is not the case.

Not the case at all.

Last night, we talked about getting older. We giggled until well past midnight, and our infant son giggled with us. We made fun of our (now) aching knees, our dependence on coffee, and how we’re starting to lose our youthful good looks. The baby would not stop babbling, as if he had plenty to add to the conversation.

Since he can’t clearly pronounce a single word yet, I get to make up what he’s “saying”. So last night, he totally said, “Happy Birthday, daddy — your hair is already turning gray, my increasing weight is causing your knees to hurt when you climb the stairs while holding me, and my inability to sleep through the night forces you to drink excessive amounts of coffee… but gosh, do I love the Ninja Turtles.”