It's entirely possible that at this time last year, I was sleeping. I had been awake for at least 24 hours you see. Nathan and I had driven 7 hours and stood in a hospital room in awe as our son Elijah was born.
Yep, Little Guy is one year old. It's still surprising to me. We spent the day in high fashion with a party with friends and family at our house. We felt very blessed that so many people came to help us celebrate Elijah.
My grandmother was one of the first people to arrive. She is also one of Elijah's biggest fans. They had so much fun playing together in the relative quiet before people really started arriving. They played peek-a-boo across the room and he loved it.
He was a VERY big fan of the smash cake.
This is what the living room looked like before we settled in to eat and talk and enjoy each others' company. That's my dad in the chair.