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As I sit here and write this on the eve of Ari’s third (!!!) birthday, and the third anniversary of the most horrific + agonizing night of my life, I’m in complete shock. When this post goes live Friday morning, my sweet little baby boy is going to be a three-year old KID.
I’m struggling with this. A LOT. In fact, I just want to run into his room (where he’s actually sleeping soundly, for once) and scoop him up and bring him in bed to sleep with me tonight… and I still may do that.
It feels like this is the first year that he actually KNOWS it’s his birthday — and that is incredibly exciting. He’s been talking (and telling everyone who will listen) about how it’s his “Hap-Birthday” all week! Yes, that’s how he says it. “Mommy – it’s my hap birthday!”