The rambunctious Dylan has reached the age of one. He, David, and Thom have survived his first year, if not entirely unscathed, at least in tact as a family. It is too early to look back on his babyhood fondly, but having weathered the storm the three of them face the future with smiles on their faces and love in their hearts.
I was the guest at the party where Dylan enthusiastically ate shrimp by candlelight and opened his presents. We celebrants also had shrimp (scampi) and drank a champagne toast to the guest of honor. How wonderful to enjoy life as we do, in small ways that become big because we make them big, important because we choose to see them that way, happy because we look for things to make us happy. Happy birthday, little dog.