This time three years ago, I was in the first stages of labor (although I didn't know it) and Little Man would make his appearance in less than 24 hours. I remember those last few "normal" hours of being a family of two, before I started counting minutes between contractions, before the 5 AM drive to the hospital, before knowing that that day was actually THE day, and not another false alarm. Before the first time I set eyes on my son.
And then I blinked, and three years has passed in a flash.
Birthdays are a big deal to me. We have birthday weekends, birthday weeks, birthday events. This is the first year Little Man really understands the day, and we've been talking about it for several weeks.
"You have a birthday coming up. How old are you going to be?"
"Thirty five seventy three!" Said with great accomplishment.
"Are you sure?"
"No, that silly. Thirty five seventy three our house number! I be three on my birthday, Mommy."
"That's right. And what do you want for your birthday?"
"A balloon! Two balloons. And a steam train."
He does not want for much, so Husband and I can make his wishes come true this year. When he wakes up tomorrow, he will find balloons waiting for him, and when he unwraps his big birthday package he will find a big Lego train, which I have no doubt we will begin construction on immediately.
And as luck would have it, our city hosted the National Model Train Convention this very weekend. We spent a chunk of our time there yesterday, and will be returning tomorrow to let Little Man bask in the glory that is a huge exhibition hall full of model train layouts.
Next week we will have a party--not a big one as Little Man has an intimate circle of friends--but a party nontheless, with more balloons and a train cake. And then we'll begin our journey of being three, and seeing the world as only a three year old can.
I can't wait.
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