Feliz Cuatro Mesos, Mi Hijo!! TOday, you are a full 1/3 Year Old!

*beams like a nitwit, running her nails through her hair* I never would have thought simply observing the passage of time would become something so difficult to describe. To stroke your tiny little crown is like touching the promise of the future itself, a future I knew I could never have until tu madre came into my life and changed it forever, demonio pequeno. Now, here we are. Here YOU are, just as amazing as the day you first looked at me with your tiny eyes and broke my heart into a million little pieces.

A gift of advice, hijo. There are a great many people in this world who will mock you, absolutely lose their shit with you- *sighs* people whom you may even consider your friends, because they can't understand the way you see things, the way you are. Maybe it's the way you look, the way you laugh or the way you love.

Your mamas, we're both pretty experienced with this.  Sanita_Squirrel la flor negra de mi corazon, she had an issue with that recently even, part of what shaped this gift for your 1/3 cumpleanos. *shakes her head* I swear, everyone thinks they're an expert on parenting and a paragon of moral virtue when it's not their child. *rolls her eyes*.

Don't let that get you down, mi amado hijo, if you're the "weirdo" that the other kids tease or lambast, don't you dare let them tell you who you are. Their difference does not define who you are. You are you, regardless.

Ejemplo- Your other mother, she makes an unholy relic for me of a human breastbone. *head tilts* So I make her a phylactery of ash and blood. She makes a lecturne for The Black Book out of scapulas. So now I'm writing poetry for her in blood, mine specifically. This is how we love, my son. This is who we are.

And you, little one, are our most precious and beautiful son. Our little Edgar Vincent. Whomever you decide to become, you will always be amazing.


Thank you for being here with us all, little one and thank you to all wonderful watcher-type furry fuzz-butts who have hung around to share in this joy with us. Love Yourselves and Love One Another. Ave Lucifer.