Noah at Three

And so your third birthday came and went, my dearest firstborn son. Amidst the daily routines of rushing (you) to school and heading to work, rationing energy for the next day ahead, I missed the moment to record my memory of you at this age. But now I’m putting aside my marking and my lesson prep, my sleep and my own thoughts, because I know there will be a day when I miss the small blessings that are in such abundance now: The sight of you racing around on your little tyke bike, causing passersby to nod and smile...

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