© 2011 Joshua Stark
Today, my youngest turns one year old. His was a difficult birth, and I find myself reflecting on that day, watching my wife get wheeled into the operating room after enduring hours upon hours of 'transition' labor.
But, my boy is insistent, and keeps pulling me back into the here-and-now with his antics and a yell. He is a force of nature, to be sure. He is smart, and learning every day.
Although, the ease with which he would put a live cobra in his mouth, if he could reach one, makes me marvel at the fact that our species has survived at all. The boy is making it on looks, alone -- left to his own devices, he'd have eaten an electrical wire or a poisonous spider by now.
So I'm home today, baking a cake from scratch, wrapping a present, driving the family to the river parkway, and not out on opening day of deer season. There's no doubt about where I want to be (here).
I do hope he likes to deer hunt one day, however.
Happy birthday, Ruben!!!