We had his party January 5th at his Grandpa's house. I made cupcakes and we had pizza. We had a blast. He was a little freaked out and cranky at first because there were so many people there, and he is not used to that. He is used to our quiet, peaceful (boring, LOL!) home life. Then he really warmed up and had a great time, smiling, laughing and talking--well, in Masonese, anyways. ;)
When we were singing Happy Birthday, I had a huge moment of clarity. I have a son! Yes, a son! I am a Mother! He is my little boy, my little angel, my life. How did I ever live life without this precious little boy in it?
Here is my angel, enjoying his cupcake: