Little Fire

Your flames burn bright
They light the corners of the night
You climb so high
You touch the archer in the sky

The morning of Aidan's first birthday, the sweetness of black locust blossoms filled the air.  I grabbed a handful to munch in the van, we pulled out of the driveway on our way south, and that evening found us in Grandma O's kitchen celebrating Aidan's first year.

He was not impressed with the bib.

At first, he didn't even know what to think of the cake.

He definitely didn't know how to respond to Bryan taking pictures,

but it didn't take long for him to get a handle on cake-eating.

That's my boy!

We love you, little spark!  May the Maker fan your flames, and may you burn brightest when night is darkest.  


Michael Teoli said...

Delightful pictures! It makes me wish I was there too. :) Clearly, it was fun.

Abigail said...

It was possibly more fun for us than it was for Aidan! He's not too keen on the whole birthday thing.