He's three now, officially and ceremonially and we're finally done with all the parties and festivities and he had a ball. I should be thrilled about this but after putting him to bed tonight with a story and a lullaby, I went and sat in bed and sobbed for a good 15 minutes. Hormones, surging? Relief, at finally being done with all the crazy party planning? Sadness, because this was the final benchmark for Jonah before his baby brother/sister arrives? I vote all three at once.
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