Saint’s First Birthday
Mhmmm—this might be a short entry.
Or maybe not.
Let’s see where this goes.
It’s 1:02 AM. Gabby and I just wrapped up a party for Saint’s first birthday, and WOW—we were running around like crazy. From pressure-washing the patio to making sure every little detail was perfect, to Gabby making five different store runs in a single day just to get everything we needed… all for a RODEO-STYLE party.
And let me tell you—it was worth it.
Sure, the theme was rodeo, but with a few fun twists:
🔥 The food? Hawaiian.
🎵 The DJ? Dropping hip-hop gems.
🌊 And to top it all off? A full-on pool party.
Growing up in Homestead, I used to wonder what life would look like when I was finally an “adult.”
And now? I’m living the exact life I once dreamed of. Brick by brick, it’s everything I imagined. A beautiful partner. A beautiful son. Two dogs. Fun cars. Family all around me.
Today was one of those dream days. The kind of day my 15-year-old self would be so damn proud of.
Would I trade this life for anything? Not a chance.
Today marks one full year of Gabby being a mother. One full year of me being a father. And one full year of pure joy with Saint.
It honestly makes me emotional knowing that he’s walking now. It feels like just yesterday we were in the hospital meeting him for the first time. When parents say time flies, they mean it.
So please—listen to them.
And what gets me the most? Saint isn’t just growing physically—he’s becoming his own little person. He shows emotions now—he laughs when we laugh, he pouts when he doesn’t get his way, and he lights up when he sees us. He loves hugs, peekaboo, and playtime.
Seeing him develop his personality, his quirks, and his little habits is the greatest privilege of my life.
The life I lived before him was for myself and some hypothetical future.
But now? Saint and Gabby are my greatest joys.
This family is living proof of a merciful and wonderful God.
To everyone who showed up and gave love to our Saint, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so so much <3