Dear Calvin,
Happy Birthday Baby Boy – Big Boy. People have asked: “can you believe he’s already three?” And I think, “he’s ONLY three?” Because I cannot remember life without you. In my heart you have always been here, and it’s as if life before you came was somehow before – a fuzzy, irredescent dream that only vaguely resembles me.
Now life has really begun, for both me and you. You are three, and it is practically ordained to be a time of great adventure. I feel as if there will be very little Daddy and I can do to stop you in your curious and exciting discoveries that are to come. I am excited for you, a little aprehensive for me.
I also want to tell you, because I want you to know, because you probably won’t remember much of this year of your life. But I want you to know, because in the years to come, when life will get stormy and hazy and hard to navigate at times, I want you to know, that when you were three – just three years here on earth, three years from leaving Heavenly Father, which is hardly a heartbeat in the whole of time – that you, you, who you are, and what you are: is so good. I want you to know that at age three you show so much love, goodness, and compassion to those around you. I am astonished at your sensitivity to others, your small heart is so great. I love you little boy. Remember that you are wonderful, loved, and precious. Remember it all your days, even when it’s hard. Take my word for it.
I love having a three year old boy.
