
This weekend marks one year since Madeline joined us, and we finally are forced to face the peculiar predicament of having a Leap Day baby. Depending on how you look at the situation, either Madeline's birthday is that much more special, or she gets cheated of a birthday three out of every four years.
She was born on February 29 - which, of course, is the day after Feb. 28. Most years that day will be March 1. But Madeline was born in February, so it seems odd to celebrate the anniversary of her arrival in March. She's a February baby. So which will it be?
I felt a little sad today as I thought about how Madeline doesn't have that special day every year - the day that everyone focuses on her. Most years she'll just get a rough approximation. On the other hand, it's all she'll know. It's not like she's having her birthday taken from her - it's the only birthday she's ever had, and we'll figure out how to handle it each year (and when that fourth year rolls around we'll really go crazy!).
This year has been pretty easy. March 1 falls on a Sunday - my regular day off work and a day that's convenient for family members to come share cake with us. I gave Madeline my gift this morning, on Feb. 28, to get the birthday weekend started. It was a rubber ball, and she gave me the warmest thanks I could have wanted when she actually removed the wrapping paper so she could play with the ball, rather than removing the ball so she could play with the wrapping paper.Madeline's first birthday has touched me in a different way than the other big holidays we've celebrated over the past year. I was so happy to have her with us on Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas, but her birthday is the first occasion we've celebrated just because of her. It's Madeline's day. The presents, the decorations, the cake, the visitors - it's all for her. And perhaps therein lies the reason I sometimes feel bad about her Leap Day birthday - I love her so much and want her to have that special day each year that she can call her own.
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Looking at the photos at the top of this post, it's easy to see how far Madeline has come over the past twelve months. I've thought so much about what I could write to commemorate this first year, but all the words seem woefully inadequate. How do I describe what's taken place? I'm a different person now - to appreciate my current self I would need to see from the perspective of my former self, a person who is becoming ever more distant. Madeline has changed everything; she's the prism through which I view every aspect of my life. It's on her birthday, whichever day we choose to celebrate it, that I'm most thankful for the best gift I've ever received.
Happy birthday, Madeline!



















