I told myself this year would be easier, of course watching him turn one was hard, and of course two would be hard...but surely not this time. I would pull myself together, I would be fine.
I made it to the night before his birthday, and as I tucked him into bed and kissed him goodnight those feelings all came rushing back like a title wave. I realized then that this was it, my toddler was gone and he wasn't coming back. Now, well...now I was the mama of a boy. A real boy, a big (though still slightly little) boy.
However, his birthday party was lovely. There was cake, there was pizza and of course there were presents. We also had a tight rope walker set up next to us (this happens more often than you would think in Portland).
Three will be a fun year with a lot more things to learn and many new and exciting things to do and experience. Three will be fun.
Four, well, I have a whole year before I have to think about that.