smacky and bucky

One year ago today (around 10:30 p.m.) you arrived, tiny, screaming, and pink. They cleaned you up and you fell asleep in my arms (after making sustained eye contact and freaking me out, like you were sending a mental warning: "Don't fuck this up, Dad!").

One year later, look at you now:



Taking those first steps on your own, exploring your world, (terrorizing the pets!), and I can hardly remember life before you.

Good thing I have a blog archive going back to 2004, huh?

You're amazing and Daddy loves you. Happy birthday.