Blaze:
If you told me a year ago that Saint and I would be planning a baby’s birthday party together, I’d have laughed in your face and probably tossed back a shot in your honor.
But here we were.
A checkerboard banner reading ONE WILDE RIDE hung above the backyard of Saint's house, and I stepped back to admire our handiwork. Saint was fussing with the last few decorations—mini helmets on cupcakes, toy bikes lining the tables, and a kiddie track made of pool noodles and black duct tape that looped around the lawn. He was in rare form, all focused, intense dad-mode with a twist of nervous energy like he was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Phoenix was one.
We made it one year with that little wildling. One damn year.
“Think she’s gonna like it?” Saint asked, looking o
