Ephemerence Enigmatica A fleeting look at the puzzle that is my life

Today you are three.

Finally.

You are taller then your brother was when he started Junior Kindergarten last year, and you weigh over 35 pounds. You talk in full sentences, have for a while, and use words that most boys your age do not know.

You’re precocious, you’re emotional, and you’re supremely cute. And you definitely have mummy wrapped around your little finger.

You give the best hugs of anyone I’ve ever known, and I love when you smother me with kisses. You are so affectionate, whenyou take the time to stop moving.

You know people’s names, you sing songs I’ve never heard, and I really think you have a gift of second sight.

Strangers stop me on the street telling me how cute you are, and telling me you should be a model.  You have a look that will both get you in trouble, and keep you out of trouble for the rest of your life.

You like to bead with me, you love your blankies, and you’ll unabashedly carry a purse.  And you love to take one of your animal friends with you when you go out.

3 years ago yesterday I was pregnant with you, and didn’t know how I could possibly love a second child, and then you were born, and it was as if I’d known you forever.  I get you like nobody else does, possibly because you are just so much like me.

Dearest boy, happy birthday.  Mummy loves you very much!