I have held my breath since Mason was born. Never dared to believe that one day this day would come. A 4 year old in our house. So desperate was I when Belle passed away to believe that it wasn't true. That she would come back. Turn 4 and we would live happily ever after.
But no. Reality is far from such Hollywood endings. I miss, yearn and ride the roller coaster of my grief.
But Today we did something we only dreamed of. We did 4. A birthday. Presents, cake, squeals of delight, joy. All that should have been were rolled into today.
I am amazed at how far Mason has come. From the first moments of his birth, first brief cuddles and then whisked away to the special care nursery. He has is spunky and fun and he has a wicked temper. He laughs, cries and lets me know how he feels about everything. He talks non-stop. He loves technology, he loves cuddles and he melts my heart.
I Love that he mine, that he chose me and that he is 4.
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Happy birthday to your little man. Wishing him many many more birthdays where he squeals with delight. That's the way it should be. XX
Long time reader, poor commenter here. I have followed your writings of your beautiful kids, and I feel for you constantly juggling the feelings of grief, love and happiness. Happy birthday to your gorgeous, brave four-year-old. And a special hug to you.
Happy birthday to your precious little boy. I just wish 4 for your family didn't have to be bitter sweet (just sweet).
Big hugs to you.
Me too! Love that little guy. He is always so happy.
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