Before I put IV to bed last night, I told him that three years ago, he was in my belly.
"Here, mama?" he asked, patting my stomach.
"Yes sir. Right there. But not for much longer" I replied.
This is the first birthday that IV "gets" - he knows how old he is:
He knows about cakes:
And invitations and balloons and blowing out candles and parties.
He knows about opening presents and (trying) to share with friends:
He doesn't QUITE yet understand the importance of coordinating pets and patio furniture, but, well, he has ME for that:
......................................
I don't care what anyone says. Parenting is hard.
It is the most selfless, challenging, incredible thing I have ever done.
Three years ago? I had no idea the child I would have today.
I dreamed about it. I prayed and hoped for it.
And he exceeds it in every, single, possible way.
IV, thank you for making me a better person. Thank you for the joy you bring to my life.
Happy Birthday!
Love,
Mama
1 comment:
That's one terrific-looking cake! IV, I hope you had a terrific birthday and are off to a great start on your next year.
Signed,
The Guy Who Wrote Shark Vs. Train
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