Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Here Comes the Sun

Three years ago, he was on oxygen in the NICU. I had held him for 5 minutes. Rob hadn't held him at all.

Today, he crept into our bed in the dark pre-dawn hours, and we sang Happy Birthday to him, in sleep roughened voices. When we were finished, he said "Sing it again!" And we did.

He had pancakes and strawberry milk for breakfast, even though he really wanted muffins.

He can't say "birthday," so he calls it his "burpday."

His favorite playmates have another snow day, which suits him just fine.

He is looking forward to his chocolate cake with chocolate icing tonight.

He is our brightest, sunniest spot in this bleak, deep winter, and today he is three.

Happy Birthday, Bun -- we love you!


  1. Happy birthday to him!

    Your post made me smile. Have a happy day.

  2. Happy birthday to Bun! Happy burpday too (I LOVE little-kid mispronunciations!) He sounds like a great kid, and I hope he loves his cake.

  3. Happy Birthday Bun!! What a sweet little face :)

  4. Aww, happy birthday, Bun! I can't believe he's three already. Two more days and Bubba will be there, too! Many blessings to your little Bun on his burpday.


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