Henry turned one this past Friday. I could wax poetic about the momentous day and the quick passing of his first year, but it wouldn't quite be true. We had a quiet day and a happy celebration, just the three of us. We ate pizza and carrot cake and Henry was in bed by 7, like always. We spent the weekend taking walks, playing inside and out, and Henry got a new tooth. It was all very mundane and perfectly joyful, just like every other day and that makes me glad. It was so mundane, in fact, that I have yet to upload any photos from the day. They will come, just as soon as I can tear myself away from dumptrucks and spoons and other fun things!