Open Letter to Jack on his 3rd Birthday

Happy Birthday, Jack!

I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and how wonderful it is that you are 3 today. I know that it is a cliche, but I can't believe how time has flown by. Daddy and I were talking about it this morning. I remember waking up on July 5, 2003 with the feeling that I had eaten too much pizza the night before at Gerards. Daddy was sleepy but he got up to watch the Formula One qualifying race. A couple of hours later, I was screaming at the teen volunteer who was doing the SARS screening at the front door the Toronto East Genereal. Of course I'm outta breath you idiot, I'm having a baby.

And then you were born and everything in our world had changed completely. I look at these pictures and I realize what a rough time it was for you to get to the outside. Your poor little face is bruised and paralysed. And we won't mention what that mean Dr. Lady did to Mommy's parts. But you bounced back and I look at you now as a big, strong, independant 3 year old and I hardly recognize that shriveled up screaming caterpillar.

So! Today we celebrate. Mommy, Daddy, Zephyr and all your friends and family wish you the happiest birthday, Peanut. Kisses.