Kestrel’s One!!!!
On his first birthday, Mr Kestrel Bastian thoroughly enjoyed his fresh-made strawberry ice cream, tried really hard to take some more steps, and cuddled up a storm with everyone who would pick him up. He played balloon forests with Rowan, had a short and very splashy bath, and then off to sleep.
All in all, a fabulous day. Pictures to be uploaded this weekend, once I’m out of class.
Throughout the day, I kept (natch) coming back to me… as in “this time last year I was….”. Which was just a titch unsettling, because everyone around me who’d been there kept offering course correction. I remember the whole thing way more rosily than they do. They seem to remember a lot of sweating, swearing, and screaming that I have no recollection of at all. I remember being tired, I remember feeling hopeless, I remember Jason giving me the biggest reality check of my entire life, and I remember the actual moment of giving birth. The rest is sort of a blur.
For a bit of nostalgia, the whole tale is here.
Ah, the rosy glasses of nostalgia. The reason so many of us yearn to do it all over again =)
Happy Birthing-day Momma!! And a very merry day to the little Mister!
Happy Birthday, Kestrel! And many more happy memories for the rest of the family!
Now that Kestrel is getting a passport, let me try a few languages:
Happy birthday!
Joyeux anniversaire!
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!
Feliz cumpleanos!
Hugs, FR