A baby boy was born
I wish I had a picture of a three year old to show you. I wish I could tell you of big boy antics. I wish there were a cake with three candles.
Instead, I worked in his garden , planting the delphinium I bought for his birthday, replanting the dahlia tubers I dug up in the fall, weeding, moving, spending time thinking of this day three years ago when a baby boy was born and mama came into being, when a heart swelled with love and pride months before it broke.
Three years ago today.
Happy birthday, my sweet boy.
Happy birthday, Henry.