Three

Yesterday, you turned three. Your party was a success, you loved being
the birthday girl. I hope your day was magical, because it should be
nothing less.

I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and saw your
light flash on. I looked, and you were standing up, this little flash
of blue from your sharky pajamas, turning on your light. You stumbled
into the bathroom and asked to come to our room, but it's too early.

So I took you back to your room and sat with you until you fell back to
sleep. I remembered the night after your birth, when I was a wreck.
You woke several times that night, but all I could do for you was
breastfeed you, many times falling asleep as I did so. Andrea had to do
everything else because I physically could not. The recovery from your
birth was so tough that I didn't change your diaper for 4 days.

But tonight, these three years later, Andrea slept while I cared for you
in the middle of the night.

And so my birthday girl, I continue to be amazed by you and to be so
grateful that I'm your Mom. Sweet dreams, tonight and every night.