3 years ago yesterday I reached down and picked up my baby, thinking “You’re here!” (which was swiftly followed by “You look like my brother!”). A paradigm shift was ushered into the world with our first born and we have been reeling ever since.
But reeling in the funnest possible way.
To celebrate (and because for the first time, we had a child who was actually aware that it was his birthday), we whooped it up yesterday in O My Family.
After bed the night before, DanO and I inflated a 72 pack of balloons and filled the hallway outside the boys’ room with celebratory goodness. The morning was as exciting and wild as you’d think.
What a joy family is, friends. Joy.
After having our fill of the balloon hallway, I took the boys to the park post haste because the high yesterday was 100° and I put in a run around the lake before we play. It was 8am or never.
The (sweaty, sandy) park was followed by baths! for! everyone! which was followed by underwear/diaper-clad balloon time. And a coffee IGaveBirth-day treat for me.
When DanO got home from work we went to the mall and finally did one of those things that we had always previously answered with “not today”. A carousel ride. (Note: check your local carousel for a Birthday Club. About 2 months ago I filled out a form and like magic a postcard came, good for a free birthday ride for OBoy and up to 9 (nine!) guests.)
The evening held family, cake, and gifts as well as many, many lessons in sharing. O, mercy, the sharing.
What a gift to watch our first little boy grow. What a gift to be trusted with his life. What a gift to have this family.
Happy third birthday, OBoy!