Hugo turns three.

Our sweet boy turned three years old yesterday, and we celebrated with matchbox cars, donuts, crafts with his cousins and a ride on the train to a nearby pizza restaurant.

Overnight, it seems, he's become a little boy - compassionate and sensitive, but a lover of all things rough and dangerous (sword fights, snakes, tigers!). I still marvel at the fact that I get to mother him every day, to soak in his still soft cheeks and the world in his mind. My heart outside of my chest, that boy.

Happy third birthday, my love.

And from that day three years ago.

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