Dear Max

Happy happy birthday my dude.

Three years ago you were born, and before I met you I knew you were a wise soul, who had chosen us to teach us what we needed to know in this lifetime. As you grew in me, so I grew as a mom, preparing myself for my best role yet.

In three years, you have taught me more than I ever could have imagined, and my heart has reached places I never thought possible.

There has been so much change in your life in the last year, and yet you’ve been the one to teach me strength, and the little exclamation mark giving light to dark days. There are times I wonder who is looking after whom.

Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for saying “I love you mommy”, and for sharing your ice cream, letting me jump on your bed, and building Lego towers taller than you. And for being my sun. My son.

This weekend we’ll be celebrating with your favourite people at your best places, and there’ll be trucks, diggers, songs and wishes. And tears of happiness.

Max, I love you more than all the world’s trucks, diggers, tractors, excavators and combine harvesters put together.

Here are some of my favourite pics from the last three years. Happy birthday.

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