Three years ago yesterday, I received the best birthday present ever; my son, Robert, was born. He has been my ray of light, my muse, and one of the main reasons I keep trying. As you can tell, I adore the kid.
For most of the day Robert and I played together. Anyone peaking in my living room window would have assumed that I went insane. I did crazy dances to toddler songs, made car sounds as I made the cars "fly," and played "Ring-around the Rosie until I thought I was going to be sick. I haven't had that much fun in a long time.
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