Three years old, and I am just stunned that we're here. I am so proud of this little man, he has grown and changed so much, even in the last few months since becoming a big brother. I can't believe how lucky I am to have been home with him each day of these last three years. He started preschool a few months ago, and while it's only two mornings, I can feel this new phase of school and life away from our little home beginning. All of that is making this milestone feel like extra big boy territory.
This morning he awoke to three giant red balloons (The Red Balloon was actually the first movie he ever saw and remains a favorite), and a modest collection of gifts. He's had several friends celebrate birthdays in the last few weeks, and he seemed genuinely surprised and excited that it was finally his turn.
With Christmas right around the corner, we really wanted to keep the gifts to a minimum, so I selected a stuffed animal fox and some wooden acorns and James picked out a few matchbox cars. We were starting to worry that we'd underplayed the event too much when a giant firetruck arrived at our doorstep from our dear friend Linda (who is also one of the few people in our 'real' life aware of this blog, so thank you Linda!). We quickly wrapped it up and obviously that was the highlight of the day, as only a large truck can be.
We were busy with several parties and events this week-end, so we kept things simple and just invited our friends and their son over for brunch and cake. Little Smith is really very shy, so it was actually perfect for him. He loved having just one buddy to share his new toys with and chase around all morning.
As I was leaving him for his nap, he whispered thoughtfully, 'thank you for my birthday presents mama', and I was struck by the fact that he really is his own person now. My earliest memories begin around three, and I am feeling a heavier burden and privilege in the idea that he might actually remember some of these moments that we are sharing. He really is a special kid.