364 Days.

Tomorrow my baby will be 1. It really means so little, he'll be 12 months old instead of 11 months. He'll still be a baby. He's been a toddler.

But it's a milestone, and a big one. It means something. He's growing up. Too fast, too slow. Mainly fast. There is so much to look forward to, but so much that I miss and won't get back.

We're still nursing. Still cosleeping. Still, occasionally, babywearing. We stroller more now, though, because he loves to get down and push it around. He wants to walk. He thinks he's a big boy. He's changing every day. I look at pictures, and he's a kid. A little kid, but a kid. There's baby there, don't get me wrong. There's a lot of boy there too.

I miss the itty bitty baby in my arms. I look forward to the boy who will run through the icky swamp woods behind my house. Who will ride his bike in the street. Who will play fetch with the dogs.

Jack's 364 days old today. We celebrated with friends and with family. He swam and slid and ate a supercute surf board cake. We sang happy birthday and may the good lord bless you.

Tomorrow, Daniel's taking a 1/2 day from work and we're going to the zoo. Maybe the beach. We're going to take some family time and enjoy each other. Enjoy our family, our little boy. Watch his birthday slide show and remember the last year. Talk about all of the fun to come.

One year ago tomorrow, our 1st family photo. Today as our family and friends wished him a happy birthday.