Dear Baby

Today Brent turned thirty years old. He said to me at some point “It’s not turning 30 that feels weird to me, it’s the no longer being twenty something part that I’m still getting used to”.

We celebrated very simply, all three of us sleeping in, a whispered “happy birthday to you daddy” over the slumbering baby between us. We pulled open the blinds and watched the rain fall.

I worked from home. We stole quick kisses in the hallway during Everly’s naptime. And spent the late afternoon with our best friends. Locally made pumpkin pie ice cream and warm brownies filled our bellies after dinner.

Brent carried our exhausted daughter in from the car well after her bedtime. He was wearing his new hoodie, a gift from Natasha and Scott. Everly’s little pants matched perfectly. His arms and her body melding into a sea of black and white stripes.

Don’t move, I said. I need to see this moment again. click went the camera. Everly stirred but drifted back to her dreams. We laid her down in her crib. Her father and I. In the darkness of her room we enjoyed the quiet familiarity of another day together ending and the start of his no longer being 20 something.

Happy Birthday Panky.

Love,

M