Three is a magic number.
I’m not talking about the number of strands of grey hair that are waiting to be uncovered because I have three kids. (There I said it!)
Today, Luke turns the big three. And I begin to realize my little boy isn’t going to be little forever. (Woohoo in a decade and a half, he gets to have a say in the fine political mess we have in this country)
I know the third birthday isn’t as celebrated as the first but so much has changed since his first birthday. (And I mean besides Luke no longer eating pasta.)
Snapped a photo of him this morning when he first woke up. (Yes, he still says “No photos please.”)
Hope to post the birthday photo after I cram three days of work into about four hours. Yes folks, it’s time to play “See Victoria Work Fast” – and from home! (This should be interesting.)
After I put together all the product lists for the entire month of May, we pick up his sister from school and head to Brooklyn for a birthday party in the park for his friend who shares the same birthday.
Happy Birthday Luke.
My little boy with cadet blue eyes, smiles for everyone he meets, a love for grilled cheese sandwiches and apple sauce and an unexplained contempt for meat.
I love you, love you, love you.
