We are having a birthday party for my oldest, Alison, today. It is not actually her birthday, but being born two days before Christmas can make it hard to plan parties. Who wants to be the parent that throws a birthday party when others are already strapped buying Christmas presents? Heck, I can barely afford it and I know it’s coming all year! Each year I pull out the calendar when the month of December begins and we figure out when we can do a celebration for her. This year it fell on Monday, which is only six days before Christmas anyway.
It is so hard to believe she will be three. I feel like I have blinked and missed it somehow. I know that can’t be the case, though, because I have tons of pictures showing her in various stages of growth. Even so, it feels like such a short time ago that I held her and rocked her to sleep, singing softly in her ear. Truly, as much as I treasure the memories of her newborn stage, her babyhood, her entry into the world of being a toddler, I feel right now is the best age ever!
Of course, I have always thought that and hope I always will. I decided long ago that I wasn’t going to pine for another baby when she turned a year old, that I wasn’t going to wish away the time she spent in diapers, either. I try to enjoy each and every moment knowing that soon it will be gone. Yes, the challenges will change, but the joy is swept away into a memory, too. So right now she is the best age ever. She is perfectly, wonderfully beautiful at the ripe old age of three!