One year ago, you kept me awake nearly all night with your impending arrival.
It was really very unnecessary to repeat the same sleeplessness tonight.
We could have celebrated your first birthday tomorrow morning, just as easily.
But alas, we are awake, you and I; in the quiet darkness of the early morning.
You, who are getting all four molars at once; because you don’t do anything until you’re sure you can.
And I, nursing you “just for comfort”; staring lovingly in your eyes, whispering “I love you”.
Happy birthday, to my first son on his first birthday!
Now, would it be alright if we sleep?