Monday was Juniper's first birthday. One. She is One. It seems like a magical age. From here the birthdays will pile up, onward, onward. But One. It's the beginning, more so than that First Day (Zero?), when she was quiet and still, eyes closed, only potential, a stranger to the world. One is like taking that first step into life, eyes open, arms out, full of intent and determination, not looking back. Well, she always looks back to see if I'm there. I'll always be there.