Happy Birthday, Tristan!

How is it possible that you are three already? How is it possible that my life has changed SO much in three short years?

We had a birthday party for you yesterday, your first real party with friends and presents and chaos, and I don’t know whether it was you, your friends or the grown-ups who had the better time. Since our house is barely big enough for two boys let alone eight, we had your party at Cosmic Adventures, where you and your crazy boy brethren could run your little hearts out. And run you did!

I knew you were having a good time, because you were glowing and grinning and your eyes were just dancing with glee as you led a little pack of preschoolers through the maze of tubes, tunnels and slides. Since you are not quite old enough to run off on your own, or perhaps because your mother hasn’t quite gotten over the fact that you are a big boy now, either your daddy or I or one of the other grown-ups tried to keep up with you and your pals as you raced through tubes. Tried to keep up, because you little guys sure move quickly! My bruised knees and aching hips are a testament to the fact that I’m not as young as I used to be!

I think you and your brother both liked the ball pits the best. Leaping and throwing and making a mess are all perfectly acceptable in the ball pit, so what’s not to love?

After calming down just a little bit for cake and presents, you were off and running again. I knew you were tired, though, by the glaze in your eyes as you started to open your presents, and the fact that when you went to say thank you for the presents (which you did sometimes even without me prompting you, you gracious little man, you!) you scanned the crowd of adult faces with incomprehension, unable to pick out the person you were looking for in a sea of familiar faces.

Happy birthday, my gorgeous, smart, sweet and lovable Tristan. You make my world a wonderful place in a thousand ways every day. You make me happy, you make me crazy, you make me cry, and you make me proud to be your mommy. I love you!


Author: DaniGirl

Canadian. storyteller, photographer, mom to 3. Professional dilettante.

5 thoughts on “Happy Birthday, Tristan!”

  1. Bawling my eyes out at that most beautiful and heartfelt account of Tristan’s special day. I too can’t believe he is three – weren’t we just eating lunch at Kelsey’s with our pg bellies?? Like, wasn’t that just last week? Our love to Tristan xo

  2. A bday bash at Cosmic, how fun for everyone!! Glad to hear it was such a special day as it very well should be!!!
    But you did get me all misty-eyed with your account…

  3. OH Dani!
    I knowhow you feel. My guy is not little guy anymore tooo and I’m so not ready to let him go and do things onhis own. ANDhe keeps trying. Where has the time gone? You lst 3 sentences had me in tears….And my guy will 4 in a few short months.
    Happy Birthday Tristan

  4. What a great party it was. 😉 We are so happy to of been able to share in Tristan day and to welcome him to the wonderful three’s. LOL
    I wish I could pin point the day and time our babies became big boys. Watching them run in out or tunnels with a care in the world was so great. But, it really did make me realize they are moving in the opposite direction. And that is hard to take and watch.
    Robin really sad now.

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