Well, here it is, the day I've simultaneously looked forward to and dreaded. Happy Birthday Quinn.
Dorian and Faith were ecstatic to be celebrating a birthday. Thank heaven for their enthusiam.

I think Quinn was a bit overwhelmed. I would be too if my candle were that brilliant.
He didn't actually eat this, just smash it a bit.
I feel like I ought to have something profound to say at this point, about all the things I learned that I never wanted to know, how I feel like a stronger person, how far we've come, and what a miracle Quinn is. The truth is, I'm still sort of living day to day, trying not to make long-range plans. My goal for today was to survive it, and a supporting goal of not thinking about what was happening a year ago whenever I looked at the clock. I think I was pretty successful in that. I'll save the philosophizing for a less momentous day. Suffice it to say we've done it: survive a year, survive winter, and survive the birthday.