happy 3rd birthday, Anders!

The other day he woke up, around 6:45 or 7, his usual, and cuddled for a few minutes, also his usual. He doesn’t rush through it most mornings, like it’s a totally necessary start to his day as much as it is to mine. He moves around, his body heavy on mine, never wanting me to be facing away from him. Not my body, not my face. He’ll even take my chin between both hands to direct my face to be towards his. Eventually, he was ready to go downstairs and he crept away from the bed where I was still lying and opened the bedroom door. There’s a window at the end of the hallway. I heard him gasp and say, “It so boo-ful!” And then he ran back into the room and lifted a curtain to look outside a different window. It was facing a different direction than the first window, on the side of the house, so he dropped the curtain, and quickly climbed on the bed, and lifted another one facing the front of the house. “Look! It so boo-ful!” He held the curtain open for me. The sky was pink with the late sunrise and he wanted me to see what he was seeing.Living with Anders is so full of beauty. Often he’s the bearer of it. Other times he helps you to see it. Either way, he’s a light in our lives with the love he gives, the joy he brings, and the everyday moments that feel extra special with him in our lives.

I sometimes imagine heaven might grant us the opportunity to relive special days with our loved ones. Those days whose memories are tucked so deeply in our hearts and wrapped with such love that they’re heavy with it. There’d be a lot of them to choose with this sweet one.

Happy birthday Anders. We love you so much.

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