Miciah turned 3 yesterday! It was the best birthday yet. She opened her presents on her own, cares about them, and plays with them (and not just the wrapping paper). She also blew out her candles on her own (last year she was afraid of them), and didn't make a huge mess with her cake because she knows how to use her fork. She's getting so big! (written 17 October 2004)
The flowers on the table are "her flowers." When each of our children was born I asked Rob to get them all a unique flower. One of my favorite things about my own birth story is that my dad got my mom a ton of day lilies for my birth. Still, he calls them Tammy Flowers. I wanted each of my children to be able to have their own flower, too. Miciah's was a white carnation with purple on the tips. For their birthdays, I wanted to give them all their flower in the number that they were old. So this is Miciah's 3rd birthday, and there are 3 flowers on the table.
I got a welcome back to reality when I put them on the table and Miciah said, "I wanted blue." Suddenly before my eyes flashed Miciah's life. I saw her at 16 going to the Prom telling me NOT to tell her Prom date that her flower is a white carnation rimmed in purple. I saw her at 23 getting married and rolling her eyes at me because I'm insisting that we incorporate her flower.
We haven't gotten flowers for any of the children's birthdays since then. (written 23 July 2008)
Tamra
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