I woke my son up this morning, and… well, OK, he woke me up this morning, per usual. After a few pleasantries, I told him it was October 21st. And then I asked him how old he was. He started: “I’m…(hesitation)…THREE!”
Yes, today was the third birthday. Pretty easy to forget the level of anticipation and excitement that goes into your birthday when you can count your years on one hand (if you can count ;-). Just basking in the glow this morning was a truly positive parental moment. There are, of course, less positive moments, but watching the glee he took in each present tonight and his cake demolition made me a proud papa, and pretty happy overall. Happy Birthday!