We had a birthday party for him. A real birthday party, not just a couple of bites of a carrot cupcake at his grandparents' house, which is what he got last year. This year we had cupcakes, gift bags, and even rented a party spot. I felt sort of giddy and nervous, as though this shindig were somehow a test of my skill and worth as a mother. Which, of course, it was. But everything turned out fine, and and a couple of out-of-costume mariachi players even showed up to provide musical entertainment.
Can't even imagine three, but I guess it'll happen someday.
