A letter to my son on his seventh birthday. Happy birthday poodle! This year was your most muddy, most bloody, most exciting year yet! We spent the last 365 days hiking, running, jumping, splashing, and learning. You started Kickboxing. You made new friends. Through sheer determination and practice you taught yourself to swim. You learned…
to my son on your fifth birthday. hunter,five years ago, five weeks before your due date, you arrived. tiny and pink and blonde.as my water broke i repeated, “it’s too early,” over and over. i wasn’t ready. but you were. and then the next morning with auntie holding my hand, i became a mom. out you came…
i took this photo at sunset on the last day of your third year. tomorrow morning you will be four.
happy second birthday to my bird. my second baby. my daughter. inside this last year i watched you become janet. my fiery, determined, brilliant baby girl. while this last year has certainly been a weird one (remind me to tell you about the worldwide pandemic one day) .
happy golden birthday to my sun – a boy with a personality as bright and bouncy as his hair! hunter you are sweet, hilarious, and more thoughtful than i ever knew a little boy could be.
there always seems to be one more craft idea, one more dance party move, and one more crusty package of fruit snacks we can pull out of our asses.
you. where do i begin with you?
well… jay… simply put… you are tough. tough in every sense of the word.
there was no awareness of the moment while it was happening.
life simply moved on.
life can be brutal like that.
to my hunny on your second birthday,
two. oh my. my boy, my heart, my world. you are two. how can this be? on one hand i can hardly believe two whole years have passed since we met. on the other it seems like an entire lifetime ago when it was just me and baba and snoop dogg.
twenty four months ago i gave birth to our son. eight months ago i brought our daughter into the world. seven months ago i started training. and in five days i am running the new jersey marathon.