Heather Robinson Photography

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.

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.