Three Hundred Sixty Five Days. Ago. Today.

Hale is one year old today. 365 days ago, Amy and I drove him to the hospital, without knowing his name or his face or even his him or her-ness. Things, they got all fast and loud, and he popped out.

This is about the time Amy and I were in the hospital room, her high as a kite, me reeling like a crackly crepe paper doll (with a carbonated caffeine center), taking turns calling people who had no idea:

"We have a son."

Hale is one year old today.

This morning he jumped on my belly in bed, and said "Dad. Dad. Dad," very crisply and deliberately. His front teeth are coming in. He's starting to climb the stairs.

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It's been kind of a big year.

Hale and Amy, enjoying a co-birthday dinner out.