~Jennie’s~

“If you call him ‘birthday prince’ one more time, I swear I’ll cry.”

I say it with a soft laugh, but I’m not joking. My voice wobbles a little as I adjust Blue’s tiny bowtie. His little face scrunches in confusion, and then he giggles—his whole body vibrating with joy—and just like that, I forget every sleepless night, every broken part of me, and every tear I thought would never dry.

He’s turning one. And he’s happy.

That’s all I want today.

I insisted on something small. No chandeliers, no orchestra, no overly dressed strangers sipping champagne while pretending to care. Just family. A few close friends. Some pastel...