Beckett's first birthday party is today. Jim will take him to swimming in the morning while I get the balloons. We have technicolor cupcakes, mimosas, five children and thirty adults descending on Brookline at 2pm. Although Beckett isn't one until tomorrow, he will smash his face full of cake made from a lamb mold that has been in my family for four generations. We will sing happy birthday. He will be one. ONE. I can hardly believe it. I will post pictures tonight and my special one-year post tomorrow. Stay tuned.