A year is supposed to be a long time when expressed in seconds. Even longer when it’s a leap year. And yet, here we are, my children, one year from your birth and you’re growing up. Fast. I know you won’t remember this first year, what with your rapid evolution from completely infirm to being able to recognise who we are. And then forget pretty much immediately who we are.

You can stand, you can dance, you can even stop drooling. We’ll cherish these times, when everything seems to elicit a giggle, a smile or joyous bouncing. We know that in the future, as you grow and become individuals with thoughts, ideas and plans that there’ll more be tantrums and fights. There will be tears, both happy and sad. We’ll definitely cherish those too, because it means that we have an opportunity to really communicate. And learn about each other and grow together as human beings in this crazy and beautiful world we live in.

Happy birthday, my lovely potatoes. Here’s to the next thirty million odd seconds of time.

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