For her birthday party on Sunday, I made three different kinds of soups, three different kinds of breads, three different kinds of desserts, three different kinds of drinks, and had three different appetizers. (And eventually had to take a three-hour nap to recover from all the birthday wonderfulness...)
But the most important thing was the birthday girl, and there is only one just like her.
Only one little Jules who would ask for a coconut cake with red and green coconut sprinkled on it, only one who was smiling so much it took her three passes at trying to get all those birthday candles blown out, and only one who at the end of the party--when I was exhausted from having stayed up almost night cooking and cleaning--came up to me and said, "Thank you, Mama. I yuved my birthday party."
Oh my sweet girl, we're all so happy (and perhaps even relieved) that you're now three years old. I think I've wanted to you be three since you started walking at nine months old, and now you've finally arrived and we've been feeling better about three-dom for a few weeks now. No more diapers. No more hitting. No more furniture and book destruction. A little mellower. Totally adjusted to the nap-free schedule we adopted last summer. And even though the tears still come mostly every day, and even though there is still some work to be done on a particular tone of voice you like to use, we are just having so much fun these days, aren't we? Because you at three is just exactly perfect, and I simply can't get enough of you. More kisses, more hugs, more dancing in the living room--I could just eat you up, you're so sweet. Not just seconds, but thirds of all your exuberance and hilarity and silliness.
Love you with all I have, Jubals.
I'll always remember that you're my 30th birthday wish come true.