By the time he was done, he had cake in his hair, ears, and down his back.  He beamed, eyes twinkling, with true happiness as we all sang happy birthday to him.  He knew we were adoring him, and the little munchkin ate it up, along with the cake.


It’s funny, Laura and I were reflecting on the night that Javier arrived.  We were up late watching Battlestar Galatica (great great show) and about half way through, Laura starting having contractions.  As with all pregnancies, you don’t know how much time you have, and this being our third child we could have easily had the little boy right there on the coffee table during the commercial break.  Laura, however, sci-fi chick that she is, sucked it up and said that it’d be fine, that we could finish Battlestar Galactica.  

"Are you sure?"  I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so."  

So little Javier, I just want to say on your 1st birthday, thanks for letting us watch our show.  You’re the best.   And Laura, you win the Sci-fi-chick-of-the year award.