Happy Birthday, Brett!

My boy is three years old, or as he would put it: "I'm free."

We had a wild beginning, Brett and I. Not your ideal childbirth or postpartum time. I didn't know if I'd ever be normal again emotionally - what an ordeal. I do know it was the hardest time of my life.

And possibly the most blessed. I wouldn't know what to do with myself without Brett. As I said to Greg last night after Brett's fourth meltdown (birthday party woes), and the household was finally quiet and settled for the night....he can drive you out of your skull, and he's the most adorable boy ever!

I never want to go through another delivery and recovery period like the one I had with Brett. But if doing it again meant having him forever, I would, without a doubt. He's amazing!