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I remember when I started blogging...I kind of knew that at some point my blog would be taken over by my future children. I started with this grand goal of joining the conversation and adding my meaningful thoughts and testimony to the web, that perhaps with the inundation of information out there, truth might find its way.

Now my posting has become a narrative of Max's milestones and life's events and I sometimes wonder if it is important to anyone but his parents, who can be convinced with the slightest evidence that their son is a genius.

While my intellectual and philosophical mind may lie dormant for the next few years as I blog about birthdays, first words, misbehavior, family events, and little ones that are discovering everything for the first time--I have never felt a more clear purpose in my life. How our heavenly parents must feel as they journey with us through this mortal life? For no matter how old we get, we are still their babies.

My baby celebrated one year of his mortal life this week. I'm sure he didn't know what was going on, but he sure had a good time being the center of attention.

Max also discovered chocolate cake at his first birthday party. He wasn't quite sure what to do with it at first, because he didn't want to get icing on his hands, but then Dad gave him a piece of the cake to taste and he just had to have more...even if that meant going face-first!!