The big one
A year ago our little guy, Asher Seth, was born. He zoomed into the world (hour and a half labor, start to finish) and has dazzled and delighted us every day since.
This babe had all the potential to be sweet and mellow. But he landed in the lap of such an adoring fan club, with three strong and vibrant older brothers. Needless to say, he is not shy. He loves being right in the middle of the action, and there was much action yesterday. Poster-making, decorating, present wrapping, birthday cake making. He took it all in stride.
(And some creative self-decorating with markers while Seth and I napped. Hm.)
Preston had very specific instructions for his vision of Asher’s birthday cake. It needed to be made with some of Asher’s favorite food, topped with baby food, and decorated with teething biscuits, which are intended for Asher but somehow get eaten by everyone else as well. So we ended up with a carrot cake topped with banana puree and biter biscuits.
Um, he loved it. We’ve never laughed so hard, watching him attack that cake.
And have no doubt. He finished off that entire piece. I spirited away the rest so he wouldn’t get sick.
The names we have chosen for our children always seem to work out like a self-fulfilling prophecy. The name Asher means happy or blessed. We feel both in his presence. The other day he and I sat on the couch alone. It was way past his nap time and when Asher is tired he gets downright silly. We somehow got the giggles and started laughing, both of us, for five minutes straight. For a moment I forgot that I was sitting with a baby. It was like having a hearty laugh with a best friend.
Earlier this week I was talking to the boys about Asher’s birthday. “Do you remember what life was like before Asher joined our family?” I asked.
“Life is so much better with Asher!” Jackson said. I couldn’t have said it better.
Aware, Spirited, Happy, Eager, Rotund
Happy Birthday, little guy.