This is the day that I will remember from summer 2014:
Ben, this time last year, You were 1 hour old. Happy birthday son. We spent today together as a family and with Kelly and Bruce who made us breakfast and played with us in the park tonight.
We took part in all of your old favourite activities (ceiling fans, toilet paper, the playground) and for your birthday, there were a couple of special ones. We had ice cream at Atwater Market (you tried both chocolate and vanilla) and, luckily Carmen and Renee spotted us in the park and brought their two pugs over so that you could play with them. I don’t know if anything could’ve made you happier. Every time they pug-sneezed, you burst out laughing even though it was far past your bed time and you should have been very cranky.