Last week we celebrated Burtch’s third birthday! And this year really felt like a celebration because it was the first year he understood that it was his special day.
I told him we could get a jumpy house about a month before his birthday and every single day he asked about his jumpy house. Every time we got in the van he would say “Let’s go to my birthday, Mom!” In his not-yet-three-year old mind he thought there was a place where it was his birthday all the time and we just had to drive to it.
If it worked that way I’d take him there everyday.
I explained over and over again that his birthday isn’t a place to go. It’s a particular day and we celebrate when it’s that day. He would look at me like I completely didn’t know what I was talking about and asked to go to Halloween and Christmas instead. And I would patiently repeat the same explanation for Halloween and Christmas.
A few weeks before his birthday, Burtch, Lawson and I went to Hobby Lobby to get some decorations for his party. As soon as we walked into the store Burtch sees all of the Halloween and Christmas decorations and says “Mama, you found Halloween and Christmas! Thank you!”
I know, I know! Awwww!
Burtch is a precious soul. He’s so grateful for everything he’s given. The day before his party when I was making his cake he kept saying, “Thank you for my birthday, Mama.”
Thank you for being my son, Burtch.