We celebrated with family and friends at our neighborhood pool and park.
Nathan grilled hot dogs, and I made chocolate cupcakes with chocolate icing, at Ben’s request. (Me: “Ben, do you want vanilla icing on your cupcakes, or chocolate?” Him: “Actually, I think I’m going to have a little bit of chocolate.”)
How can it be? My first baby has finished his third trip around the sun.
He reads memorized picture books to his sister. He points out all the bus stops he sees while we’re riding in the car. He tells his own jokes, mainly about skunks. He likes to stand on a stool in the kitchen and help me make pancakes. He presses his nose to mine and giggles, saying, “Ben nose, mommy nose!” He has a bad dream and comes into my room to find me and cuddle in the middle of the night. I do these things with him, and my heart breaks open. There are great mysteries in our time together that I only begin to grasp, before someone burps or farts and they slip away into whatever place all human experience goes.
Three years already. Happy Birthday, sweet Ben. You are the gift. I love you.
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Happy Birthday to Ben!