Organizing Hooper’s birthday was on my pre-surgery to-do list and was one, of many, things I didn’t get around to. I struggle every year with their birthdays; everything from where to have it, who to invite, and timing it as well as possible while trying to take nap time (aka good attitudes) into account. And each year thus far, I fumble around until the last minute and throw something together at the house. This year was no different except for the fact I managed to do even less… no invitations, no friends… just family, who were notified by word of mouth or a phone call. I haven’t been feeling very social since my surgery. For starters, I don’t have the energy. Taking a shower sucks out all the gusto I have for a day. And getting dressed with my back brace in mind has meant leggings and the same flannel shirt over, and over.

Whining aside, his birthday was perfect. He woke up before his brother and enjoyed some one on one time with Willy & I. We let him open a gift from us and he spent the morning playing with his new truck in the absence of his brother, who always wants what he wants these days. Then our home quickly became full of people Hooper loves and who love him. It was a quick reminder that birthdays are not about how you decorated the cupcakes or decorated your house, but instead about love and togetherness.

We had Hooper open a couple presents at a time, so as not to get burnt out. He ate some cake, happily showed off his new set of wheels, and floated around among familiar faces of family.

And just like that, I’m the mother of a three year old.