The monkey turned one on a Wednesday.
The day started with presents and kisses and hugs. We ate pancakes from Maureen’s Kitchen that were bigger than his head and took a drive out to the Long Island Aquarium to pet the stingrays and celebrate with some tropical parrots.
I wanted so much for this day to be special for him….as special as he is. Obviously, that would be impossible, but I wanted to try. He was overwhelmed and spent the day, I think, in a fog of confusion and bewilderment, his blue eyes as wide as saucers, rarely cracking a smile. He loved the stingrays most of all and he fearlessly reached right into the pool to pet them gently, because that is his nature, my Gentle Ben.
It was a bittersweet day for this mama…thankfully, more sweet than bitter. Seeing my tiny baby, looking so grown up on his first birthday, trying to absorb how much has changed in his inaugural trip around the sun I realized the answer is everything. Absolutely nothing is the same as it was before he joined us on this ride, and while it has been a brutal fight at times, I am nothing less than thankful and humbled by this tiny person with the big blue eyes. I am, and will forever be honored to be the one he will call mommy.
It was a Happy Day, indeed.