Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,

Happy BIRTHDAY dear Rhetty...
Happy Birthday to YOU.
My little one is one TODAY! After Porter and I were married, we worked at this Family Camp together; I remember hearing a talk about how important it is to pass down a family legacy, and part of that being- retelling your children's birthday story. So here it goes: A year ago, and almost a week late according to our due date, our doctor told me that Rhett was pushing 9 pounds, and she was afraid that it may be a tricky delivery if he didn't come soon. We withstood the pressure of being "induced," knowing he would come in his own time, and sure enough, he did.

It was the day before our doctor's appointment, I felt little Rhett coming- Porter and I were so ready. He put on his "coach" t-shirt I made him the week before (he had it folded in his top drawer, ready to go!), and started scribbling down contraction times between sawing down the hackberry tree out back (like a good coach should do). I will spare you the rest of the details, but after a couple viewings of Die Hard II (not sure why??), a few million walks around the neighborhood-with one neighbor shouting from a few doors down: "Peachy, are you in labor? You look TERRIBLE!" (it's funny things you remember), we checked into the hospital. Seventeen hours later- Rhett arrived, and I will never forget what that was like. My angel nurse plopped him on my chest, he reached out his arm to me, we locked eyes, and that was it- I was smitten.

365 days of joy/anxiety, trial/error, and the most abounding love later, here we are watching our first gift enjoy his first gifts-


Happy 1st Birthday to our baby boy!