I should have something really heartfelt written for your birthday but, to be honest, three was really hard. Not hard in the way that a newborn is hard. I’m not up all night nursing or pumping and sushing and rocking and crying, and my emotions are fairly even now, but hard like you were difficult. Our relationship was difficult. Not because you’re bad because or did anything wrong, but more-so because you’re smart- too smart.
This year was about your comprehension caching up with you, and it was trying. Some things are incredibly taxing on a parent, and for me Three was just that.
You’re so much like me it almost makes me cry- sometimes out of frustration and sometimes out of fear. But now you’re four and we’re on another journey- a new year and I cannot wait to see how you surprise me. I can’t wait to see what this year brings for us, my love!
Today we celebrated with friends from so many walks of life… walks you’ve taken in just 4 years. Into new mom’s groups, the LPA, dance, and your first year of school. The start of four was magical, indeed, and while everyday may not be as perfect, you always have been and always will be.
Mommy and daddy wish you the happiest birthday!!! Here’s to 4!