Tomorrow I will drive out to Kelowna to watch baby Gray smear himself (and all surfaces within a 15 ft radius) with birthday cake. It seriously seems like just a couple of months ago that he was the wee squirming poo flavored ball of angry red skin that stole my heart. In some ways I’m sure Susin will disagree with me. For instance, she is not dealing with the pain of a gaping c-section wound and the little man no longer does his best to keep the entire western seaboard awake. Every. Single. Night.

He has a personality, likes and dislikes, habits and rituals and things that make him giggle. It’s weird that he has turned into such a person. And a cool person to boot. As he celebrates his first year and I am about to celebrate my substantially more than first year, I got to thinking about me and baby Gray hanging out a dozen or so years from now. There are so many things I can’t wait to tell him and at the top of the list is something that Susin said to me when he was about 6 weeks old and practicing how to shatter glass with lung power alone. Both sleep and sanity were distant memories for Susin & Stan in those days.

“I love my son and my husband so much but some days I’d like to chuck them both under a bus.”

These are my people. I love them.