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My baby turned a year old yesterday. It was wonderful - I took the day off to spend with him, and we had a little party with the requesite cake. Apparently Nicholas didn't get the memo - instead of ripping into his mini-cake like most kids do, he picked off little bits and offered them to various guests. No idea where he gets that - it was "Grandma Mary" cake, which means anyone in his right mind would be digging in and hoarding it. As we opened presents (meaning I opened them, he played with the paper), I looked around at this group of people, many of whom have nothing in common except they love my little boy. And I thought, I really can't ask for more. Okay, I asked for a little more: later that evening, at the exact moment Nicholas was born one year ago, my husband and I had some proseco and a little toast. To the incredible year behind us and the incredible years ahead.