You are three years old today, and I'm so happy to be your mother. Your laughter can brighten my darkest of moods, and your cuddles are the greatest gift you could ever give me. You are wise beyond your years with a depth that is amazing and a little scary at times.
Since this blog has mostly been about your Dad and how he is doing, I'll write about the two of you. For most of your 3 years, you have been a mama's girl. I was your constant, and you spent the most time with me, so you tended to prefer me. As soon as you would spend a lot of time with your Dad, you got over needing me as much. Then you realized that he does fun things with you and didn't care as much when I left you two alone.
If you hear anyone talking about the accident, you ask if Daddy crashed his bicycle. Your Daddy really hopes that you don't remember this time in your life, but I know you will remember the best part and that is how close the two of you have become. You don't want him out of your site and get mad at me if I drop him off somewhere and start to drive away.
I'm sorry for the confusion you experienced right after the accident. Leaving you with my mom in the emergency room was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. I didn't know how long it would be until I saw you again and I didn't have any idea how much of our family life we would get back. You were perfectly happy to go spend the night at your Nana's house, but it only took a couple of days for you to realize something wasn't quite right.
I'll never forget the afternoon you pulled into the parking lot at the hospital and jumped into my arms. My life will forever be a struggle of loving you and holding on to you but not too tight so you can live your life. I guess that's what you sign up for when you decide to become a parent.
Know that I will always love you, and you will always be my sweet girl. May you find your way in peace and continue on your beautiful path.