Andrew's now nearly 5, and when I told him today was my Birthday, he wondered why there was no cake. But he promised me one the next time I had a Birthday.
He then spontaneously started singing:
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday Dear Zeddie,
Happy Birthday To You!
Hip Hip HURRAY Hip Hip HURRAY Hip Hip HURRAY!
So there I am. We still get to play Daddy games, I have everything I had before, and so much more now. I get to cuddle him and kiss him goodnight, and hold him next to my breast. Zeddie, that's me.
See what I mean about "Best Birthday Present Ever"?
Next Birthday, my body won't be so uncomfortably anomalous too. But that's a small matter in comparison. Motherhood, or as close as I could get to it, was always more important to me than Femininity.
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