When you have your last child, all their firsts become your lasts.
All the milestones become more bittersweet than ever, as you accept that your time for experiencing them is over. That you will never again witness a child of yours take their first steps, say their first words, celebrate their first birthday.
Of course, each day brings new firsts; and the excitement and possibility and potential far outweigh the sadness at the lasts.
Nevertheless, these lasts take on special meaning, and become even more important to remember, to hold on to.
We knew when we celebrated the wee girl’s first birthday that it would be our last 1st birthday celebration. After the excitement of our first celebration for our eldest, and the somewhat less organised, but no less happy, celebration of our second 1st birthday for our younger son, we wanted to have special moments to remember, just for her.
We had been in the US for less than a year and we were yet to make the friends that now join us for our special events; we celebrated simply, as a family.
There were presents, there was cake, there was even a cake smash! Although the wee girl was not overly impressed with this and was much happier when we gave her a fork :)
And while it was a birthday of lasts, it was also a birthday of firsts. It was the birthday where I baked the cake for the first time. It was the birthday where we tried something new, inspired by another blog, for the first time. It was the first birthday I wrote about. (Both my photography and writing have come a long way since then!).
And, it was the day my youngest child celebrated her first big milestone, or as my sons would say, the day she wasn’t zero anymore.