The first "first birthday" is more than a party. It is a mighty celebration of survival. Survival of your first year as a parent. Proof that what does not kill you (though at times you were sure it would) indeed makes you stronger.
And then a sibling is born and you relive all those firsts. And the whole time you keep telling yourself, "It shouldn't be this hard ... I've done this already." Except you haven't. Now you have a whole new set of firsts because you have a second. Which makes the second "first birthday" another mighty celebration.
Then something strange happens when two become three. Suddenly you lose track of the third's firsts. You wonder to yourself how he learned to roll over? ... where those teeth came from? ... how long has he been able to stand like that? And before you know it, the day of the third "first birthday" has arrived and the third mighty celebration takes place. But this time it's the first and the second that makes the third's so special. No jealousy, no bitterness ... just pure excitement for their third to have his first. Makes me a very lucky mom.
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Happy Birthday Ike!!
Love, the Alaska cousins, xoxoxo
Oh my word! That was a fast year! He is darling! I am so glad he is the third time for firsts!
Hi Jean, The view is ours! Isn't that great. My aunt's house is about 2 blocks away, I can see it from my house. She has a nice view too but we are up on a little rise with nothing in front of or behind us but a horse pasture and a field. I love it!
Happy Birthday Ike!
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