I think my 3rd birthday was my most important birthday. And I love this photo because it’s really the only photo we have that comes close to showing why: the little cut by my left eye. I got it the day before, a scrape from the road when I got hit by a car the day before.
I only have very vague, dream-like memories – the car was white, the screaming woman that got out had frizzy reddish hair. But I remember every year, and every year am grateful for every year of life I have been given since then, and every day I get to spend with Ezra and S, and all the people I love all around the world.