My first-born is now a 4-year old.
I had a horrific migraine last night, but I really wanted to finish the knit T-Rex hand puppet that I was making for him. All I had left to do was sew on the eyes. So I did it, placed it in a little bag, and hung it from his doorknob.
This morning, he ran into my room with a big smile on his face: "It's my birthday today!"
I told him to go look on his door. He came back with his puppet and gave me a big hug, saying, in a way only a sweet 4-year old boy can, "Thank you for making this for me, Mommy. I love you SO much!"
I love you, too, Sacha.