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you and your birthday present. the starlight projector not the bed. the bed belongs to big sister. however, you would gladly claim it as your own if we let you. it is all about me, me, me at three, three, three.



all day every day you do these things. normal things really. things like jumping, climbing, painting, dancing. you do these things that most kids do. but when you do them, you beam and ask me, “isn’t this amazing?” of course i say “yes”. but the truth is these things aren’t all that huge. it is you my love that is amazing. it is you that makes everything feel bigger, better. each moment i get to spend with you reveals just how brilliant you are. and to think that it has only been three years today that you were bestowed upon us. three. how can such a small number feel so big? once again this is because of you. happy third birthday my amazing one.



not like most

last night i went into your room to watch you sleep. i have done this countless times over the years. this time was different. i willed myself to remember you on your last night of two. and then i went into my room. the moon was so bright shining in through my window. it reminded me of what the midwives always used to tell me each time i was pregnant. most babies come at night when mothers feel safest. more babies come under a full moon. i remember looking out at that giant moon on my last night before you were born. perhaps if you had been like most babies you would have come that night. but my love, you have never ever been like most babies. and that is just one of the many reasons i love you so.


the effect of her being

“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive:

for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts;

and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been,

is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life,

and rest in unvisited tombs.”

– George Eliot, Middlemarch

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a normal day

On October 18th, my daughter was born and I became the mother of three children. Hundreds of miles away, on the same day, another baby girl was born and another woman added the third child to her family. We were complete strangers at that time, but our love of photography and family brought us together. We started to have a conversation about motherhood with images, because we tell stories with our cameras. Since some tales are so similar, and some are not, we decided to collaborate and share a photo a week from a normal day as a mother to three.

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”         – Mary Jean Irion


today i put you in the crib for the first time.  i just wanted to see what you might look like in there.  there isn’t much room in your bassinet so i figured it was a good time for an introduction to your future bed.  but the moment i placed you in the crib, i felt sad.  you smiled at me and laughed once and then you began to cry.  as i scooped you up and held you to my heart, i breathed a sigh of relief. you don’t need much room.  not just yet.

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Fourth grade is really something else. Drum lessons. Field Hockey. Girl Scouts. French Class. Advanced reading. Book club. Regular school work. I’m literally spinning, trying to stay on top of it all. You are handling it with way more spunk and grace than I am. I think it shows how ready you are for it all. It’s like your true time to shine just started now. Go get it, baby. And have a blast.

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