For months now I haven't been able to get a refrain out of my head. Its from Dr. Seuss's Hop on Pop and it goes (in perfect Seuss-sense) Three. Three Fish in a Tree. Fish in a tree? How can that be? I simply can not believe you are three years old today. It is as improbable as fish in a tree.
Three years ago today it was Thanksgiving. Daddy and I spent the morning watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and then the Dog Show in our hospital room because the midwife had induced my labor that morning. Things got a tad more exciting around noon and for the few hours after that but at 4:34 you made me a mom.
Now you are my independent child. You build towers and stroll your babies. You sing loudly and laugh from your belly. You love your sister. You have friends and you have opinions. You sneak into our bed at night and tap Daddy on the forehead to wake him up in the morning. You watch Dora and Curious George and the infernal Higgly Town Heroes (I am so not a fan of their song.) You dance when you feel the vibe and can almost jump and turn an entire 360 without your feet touching the floor. You sleep with books in your bed (or on the floor when you deign to sleep there). You are funny and are developing an incredible sense of comedic timing for 3.
You rock.
I love you,
Mommy
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