Well you went ahead and got another year older on Monday. Three.
I woke up with the sun, and couldn't get back to sleep, I was so excited for you. We were all staying at home to celebrate and hang out. I went to the kitchen and made pancakes. I got a small bowl of fruit together for you. I put the fruit, a sippy cup of milk, and your special "3" shaped pancake on a tray and went upstairs. You were awake and reading books in bed.
"Is my birthday here?"
I laid in your bed with you while you ate your special breakfast. I told you about the morning of the day you were born. How you came in the middle of the night and in the morning, you and I danced in the hospital room, the light just right...
We came downstairs and started the day.
Which meant that daddy and Henry played for a little while before leaving mom and dad's room. You and I watched Sesame Street. Did you know I was talented enough to see Sesame Street from behind my eyelids? Hey, I was up at the crack of dawn making pancakes...
You opened a few presents in the afternoon:
We made a birthday crown:
We went to the zoo, where even this normally reclusive lady came out to wish you a happy birthday:
We went to the park where we walked and played:
We came home and played around:
Then we ate dinner, sang "happy birthday,"ate cake and ice cream. Later we opened and played with the rest of the presents.
Daddy gave you a bath, and I took you upstairs to read 3 stories from your new Harold and the Purple Crayon book.
It was a great way to celebrate the day you entered this world.
Happy third birthday, Willa bird.