Luca and his abuelito Francisco
Today is Little Man’s first birthday. Year One. On this day February 5th, one year ago, Luca came into our lives. It’s been a long, strange, hard, wonderful year. A year probably very typical to any new parent and yet so totally foreign to anyone who hasn’t broached that life passage yet. Lil’ Man has grown so much, I can’t believe it. More than that, Marcia and I have grown as well. Grown up. Aged. Deteriorated. Gotten younger at heart. Pushed. Pulled. Exploded. Lost. and Found. The one thing this year has represented to me, above all else is ‘Love’. Unselfish, pure Love for another human being. If I could, I’d put all my experiences, hopes, dreams and desires into him and extinguish my life from this existence, like a mother spider whose young are hatched and her ultimate gift to sacrifice her body for her babies’ survival. Yes, cryptic. But most parents probably feel the same kind of love towards their kids. That’s the kind of ‘Love’ that I have learned this year. And I’m glad the person I get to share it with, is this gentle, brash, glowing, feisty, shy soul we call ‘Luca’. Sometimes I ruminate to myself, I wonder who he was in his last life. I’d love to have met him/her.
Here’s to Luca’s first birthday. chocolate cake for everyone (quite coincidentally, daddy’s favorite).
