This is my son, Max 🤍👶.
Today, he turns three years old 🎉.

Three years of laughter that fills the room 😊. Three years of wide-eyed curiosity, discovering the world one small wonder at a time 🌈. Three years of tiny steps forward 👣 — each one a reminder of how strong a little heart can be.

Since his mom passed, it’s been just the two of us. Two hearts learning how to live in a world that changed too soon. Two souls healing quietly, day by day, hand in hand 🤝🤍.

There have been hard moments.
Moments of missing.
Moments when grief feels heavier than words.

But there has also been love — constant, faithful, and growing ❤️.
Love in bedtime stories.Love in morning smiles.
Love in the way Max laughs without knowing just how much light he brings into my life ✨.

Today isn’t about what we’ve lost.
It’s about what remains.
It’s about celebrating Max — his bright spirit, his gentle joy, and the strength living inside his little heart 💪🤍.

Happy 3rd birthday, my boy 🎂🎈.
You are my reason.
My hope. My greatest gift.

If you see this, a kind wish, a warm thought, or a gentle prayer for Max is truly appreciated 🌟🙏.
Sometimes love grows strongest in the quietest places — and today, it fills our world completely 🤍.