three years old
Dear Finn,
Three years ago today at this time I was walking around the hospital trying to get labor started. My water had broken early in the morning as I was playing games on the computer, which can be proved by the giant stain on our office chair. I had not slept the whole night before due to a giant cherry coke I had with Aimee before a rousing game of bingo at the local bingo parlor. I had repeatedly been told by the nice old women there that you would be arriving shortly... that there was no way someone as large as me would not be birthing a gigantic child within the next few hours.
It took a very generous portion of Pitocin and a few hours of labor but you finally arrived the evening of September 14th 2003. You were exactly what I had ordered... a perfect strong, healthy baby boy. I couldn't have loved you more.
You are now a strong willed, preschool attending, three year old little man... and one of my favorite people in the whole world. I love your enthusiasm with life and your killer sense of humor. Mainly I love the way you make smile. Thank you for the past three years. Happy Birthday little man.
Love,
Mommy
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So I am bored. Time to shake things up. Going to work on this site.
Let's see what I can come up with.
is it my hearing or was it him? why do I not understand?
Walking down the hall a man looks at me and begins to talk...
"The little 7 month old girl in the elevator had a head cover on, and her father kept saying abnu neesh neesh or something, and her head was smaller than a milk carton, and I should be a preschool teacher I think".
Still staring at me, waiting for my response... I smile.
How else can you possibly respond?