Cian is three years old.  It’s been three years since that morning in Ingham Regional Medical Center (now McLaren Lansing) when he came into the world, weighing a whopping 9 pounds.

He’s suffered through what we thought was a dairy allergy (and are now thinking is a mild case of FPIES), two collisions between his head and concrete steps (I had no idea a tooth could get pushed up into your gum, let alone pop back into place – but seriously, stop running on the stairs!), and the terrible twos.  He’s come through it all with a vibrancy that has shocked me, and made me once again believe that anything is possible.

If you ask him how old he is, he will proudly tell you “Fwee!”

Happy Birthday, Cian.  I love you.

But, seriously, use the railing when you’re on the stairs.