The day your son came into the world is the day John B would consider one of the happiest days of his life, the other being the day you two got married with a piece of his blue bandana.

Parenthood was surely a journey for the both of you but the Pogues were more than happy to help out—he couldn’t be more grateful to his friends.

It almost felt surreal. While he didn’t expect to be a father so soon in life, he still held that bit of excitement he had when you first told him that you were pregnant.

Now, at thirteen months old, the little one has quite the personality.

Nearly every morning, John B wakes up to the sight of the boy standing in his crib, small hands holding at the top bar of the barrier. As soon as he gets out of bed, a happy coo is heard from the baby as his father approaches.

From stacking blocks and knocking down blocks to babbling at the tiny Elmo that fit into his small hand or even bouncing along to the dance party JJ initiated—John B loved that little boy with all his heart.

As you prepared the baby’s bowl like usual, he picked up his son from the playpen after engaging in a conversation that was met with babbles.

He used the tips of his fingers gently adjusting the boy’s hair as he walked through the house, making way to the kitchen after noticing the time.

There, your husband saw you and smiled.

“I think today’s perfect for a beach day,” John B said, walking up behind you to give you a kiss on the shoulder. “There’s not too much sun out and I think he’d like the seashells.”