Yeah, I said it. I'm not having a birthday party for Ryder. I know this is the first birthday but it's also the last birthday that I can get away with not throwing a shindig...and I can selfishly have my sweet baby all to myself. Jaime isn't up for planning something so I'm exercising my right as mama and decreeing that There Will Be No Party.
There will be a little cake for him, and presents. We will commemorate the fact that his father and I have successfully kept him alive for the entire first year -- a feat that tells us we can now accomplish many more years of the same. His grandparents won't let the day go by without celebrating, too. It's not like he won't have a special day, it simply will be on a smaller scale than most babies have for their first birthday.
February 16th is the special day. Ryder is my late Valentine's gift. He's love, personified. And I intend to hold him as closely to my heart as possible, for ever and ever, amen.