The birthday boy and I spent the morning running (lots and lots) of little errands. By the time the last one was done, he was hungry and letting me know it.

The closest place that had any dietary appeal was a little Mexican place up the road from the library...great food, very little atmosphere, even less English spoken.

The owner took in my son's "Birthday Boy" baseball cap and "Look Who's ONE!" onesie (thank you great-grandma) and exclaimed (en Espanol), "Look at the birthday boy! Hey birthday boy!".

We settled in to wait for our food. Before our lunches came (grilled fish burrito for mama, quesadilla for the big boy), the owner appeared again with a huge serving of fried ice cream, complete with whipped cream on top. "For the birthday boy, from me. Please, eat", the man beamed at us.

What's a mom with a hungry baby to do? I decided to heed the age old advice, "Life's short, eat dessert first".

Little man's first year has not been an easy one. There's been a lot of days that we've just survived and not delighted.

So today, we delighted. We ate ice cream before our lunch. I celebrated in every sticky kiss and baby laugh that I got to share. I laughed to note that exactly one year from the time I was straining to push out that little head and introduce him to the world, he had figured out how to push himself through the cat door and into the sunshine of our back patio.

Happy birthday to my sweet little lunch date. We're so glad that we were gifted with you.