Simon Turned Three on the Fifteenth

His only birthday requests were french fries and a "thomas-the-tank-engine-goes" cake

(his words).

I got through the whole day, busy as a bee (moms do a lot of running around on birthdays you know- half of mine was spent trying to wash the food coloring off my dry wintery hands). I wanted to make sure he was smiling and that he felt loved.

Then after the candles were blown out, the presents unwrapped, and the guests were long gone I sat plunked in the computer chair browsing through photos of that life-changing day three years ago.

The day that made me the mother to a boy for the first time. I can recall so vividly, the feeling of complete gratitude when his little (big-little) body was born in our upstairs bedroom on a snowy, grey winter day in January.

Simon brings such a different joy to this house and with every meaty-pawed grace of my face from him I feel the absolute luckiest.

Here's to 3!