Surely he was confused when we sat him in his high chair with 50 people looking at him and saying how cute he was. Surely he wondered why so many would pay homage and drop wrapped presents at his very feet. Surely he figured something was up when he had a cake the size of his head placed before him (with fire, no less) and then was sung to. Surely he knew the jig was up when that cake was left there and then force fed him at first my his Momma. Surely he considered getting cake up his nose and in his hair, even if he kept it all around his mouth. Surely he appreciated all of the presents he saw wizzing by as Momma dispatched them. Surely he was wiped out by all of the walking, crawling, talking, singing, and playing.

Sure enough, he had a good day. Let's do it again in a year.

Thanks to everyone who help us get to this day. Seems like a decade since this side-trip began. Whether you were with us in person yesterday or in spirit, thank you from the depths of our hearts. Thank you.