I was carefully writing in all our upcoming events for the next 3 months. There is a lot going on, as always, with the holidays quickly approaching. That's when I saw it, I don't know why it took me by surprise, I wrote it in myself, this isn't the first time I've looked at it, I knew it was coming, trust me I am very aware of that fact, I just wasn't expecting the emotions that flooded me tonight as that big number 3 next to Gideon’s name, so neatly written, there on the 20th of November, stared me in the face
Is it possible? Is he really going to be 3? I mean, I knew Gideon was going to be 3, but really!?! 3?!? It sounds so old! So big! So like a boy? A big boy? That would be potty trained and talking well and not jut walking or toddling but running and loving (probably even picking) on his baby sister and wanting to do everything that his daddy does and…. and…. No!?! Not my sweet tiny itty bitty baby Gideon. He shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t be 3 yet! Could he?
As these thoughts race through my head while I stare at that big number 3 next to Gideon’s name, so neatly written, there on the 20th of November, I realize, YES! My Gideon would/will be 3! A big potty trained, talking, running, baby sister loving (maybe even picking on), daddy’s little help boy. I smiled and even giggled, through my tears, at the thought. Gideon - no longer a baby or even a toddler but a boy.