I want to blow out another wish......

The day before he was born, I found myself in the doctor's office for one of my twice-weekly stress tests. I got to get hooked up to machines for an hour twice a week and listen to my baby move around for a whole hour. It was my favorite part of my pregnancy. I relished every second of it. I had also been having contractions and was able to see them happen and not feel them for a month, so I'm grateful I wasn't allowed to have him on my own, as I was induced. Less than 24 hours later, a trip to the jewelry shop (I needed some earrings for the occasion), a Chinese dinner, and a sleepless night later, he was here.

His nose was smashed. His toenails were non-existent and he was really really hairy. Black hair. He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. I didn't sleep that night either. I held him from the minute they handed him to me, until the minute we left (with the occasional relative sneaking in a second here and there), and then I held him for the next 6 months 24 hours a day. I became an overprotective mother the minute he arrived. I became what I think I was always suppose to be. He brings out the best in me. I'm am so grateful for the color he has brought to my life.

He's three today. Three. He talks...no he jabbers in full sentences and demands to be heard. After he blew out his candles tonight, he asked if he could do it again, because he wanted another wish. It's hard to choke back tears when you have to tell them it's another year away and they will have to wait, secretly wishing inside that year will go by ever so slowly.

Happy Birthday baby boy.