Today is my daughter's third birthday. She is waking up as I type this, and her first words were "I WANT a cookie!" This is what it means to be three.
I never gave much thought to my mother's experience of my birthday, but now I realize that a child's birthday is like a mini Mother's day (except I don't get breakfast in bed). My heart and mind overflow with memories of the day she was born, and how excited I was to finally meet her. The nerves, joy, pain, joy, concern, joy and a truckload of painkillers (emergency c-section) washed over me and carried me through the next three days. What a day.
I don't plan to talk about that a lot with her today, except how full of joy we are to have her with us and spend our time with her. It's going to be a blast!
The best part of all is that she shares a birthday with her cousin, who is three today as well! They were born on the same DAY, not just the same date. He and his family are visiting us, and I think some fun stuff will be happening. I suspect there will be trains. I am A-OK with this.
