I love birthday #3. Its when they get it. When they realise the presents, the cake, the fun is all about them. He revelled in it. Squealed for the presents. Screamed with joy at the balloons. Looked fit to burst as he ate his 4th piece of kite cake. (So glad he finally went for this and not the fairy princess castle - not because of the whole boy thing but because the kite was far more my skill level). Started planning birthday #4 as soon as we got home.
We didn't go all out for this birthday - the little man only wanted "my best friends" and in the end this turned out to be our regular Tuesday morning park gang with a few almost-family friends thrown in.
So it felt casual and relaxed. Just perfect for him. And for us.
We made waaay too much food. This is a family tradition. We had fairy bread and striped jellies, choc crackles, honey joys and strawberries. I tried some new things too - the little teddy cars and the grissini wands were hits (thankyou Emma and your wonderful blog ). The girls made the lolly boxes. We marvelled at how rich he's made our lives and how much joy and love he brings. We had fun.
I'll write him a letter tonight. I have a special book for each of them where I write a letter each birthday and record the highlights of the year and my thoughts on how they are growing. It makes me cry each time I write it (or glance through it). Its such a bittersweet experience watching them grow, knowing that they'll never be THIS perfect age again but hoping the next one will be fabulous too.