When you were three years old...

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

- Rabindranathe Tagore


…you constantly asked me, with the such a look that I could almost feel the pain and desire in your soul, “Mama, how can I grow up to be a butterfly?”

…you used your middle fingers to point to things – not to be funny, that’s just how you point!

…at seemingly random moments in the day, you’d run up and kiss me and run away before I could kiss you back.

…you would get the cutest smirk on your face as you had me lend you my ear for a secret.  “I love you, Mommy!”  Then, you’d giggle and run away until I called you back to return the same sentiments in the same manner.

…you became inspired by and proud of your dad when he became a volunteer firefighter.

…you had a really hard time deciding if you wanted a butterfly or a firefighter birthday party.

…one of your favorite foods was general tso’s tofu.  Another was chocolate peanut butter sandwiches shaped like dinosaurs.

…a favorite memory that you and your dad share was when you ventured off to Farmer Brown Little Skillet in San Francisco for waffles and chicken.  Dad had the chicken and you had a ginormous waffle.  You were both pleasantly surprised when they gave you a huge, red velvet cupcake for free!

…you learned to finger knit.

…your favorite story is the story of Oliver’s birth.  You love hearing about how you ate pumpkin pie with Grandmou and how you got to stay up very late to meet your new brother.  You were so excited and full of giggles.   You helped cut the umbilical cord with your dad.  You could hardly stop kissing and loving on baby Ollie.

…every time you found an exceptionally large branch on the ground, you deemed it your ‘dragon stick.’

…you started an activity without me by your side for the first time:  school.  You are thriving there and love your teachers and classmates.

We love you, Aidan!


When I have said my evening prayer,
And my clothes are folded on the chair,
And mother switches off the light,
I’ll still be 3 years old tonight.

But from the very break of day,
Before the children rise and play,
Before the darkness turns to gold,
Tomorrow, I’ll be 4 years old.

4 kisses when I wake,
4 candles on my cake.


4 comments to When you were three years old…

  • Kristin

    Love this, Devin :-) Such a beautiful journey, and so blessed to have encountered you on it! xo

  • I love this. What a sweet post! That is one amazing butterfly… great photo of Aidan. You are such a beautiful Mother and it radiates through Aidan and Oliver. Happy Birthday to the both of you! Yay for four!

  • grammy

    you and Ollie are my big birthday boys-Happy Birthday to you both

  • grammy

    I love you both very much! I hope that someday you will be less shy and hug me more. The other night before your birthday you both hugged and kissed me before I went night-night. It was a wonderful moment.

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