Guess who is now a tough-stuff THREE year old? My goodness... how did my little guy go from a teeny-tiny, precious and cuddy little thing, to a rumble-tumble little man?
You were my precious buddy from the first time I laid my anesthesia-fogged eyes on you. Your perfect face stole my heart.
You always have been, and probably always will be a messy eater.
I will never, ever, ever get tired of hearing you laugh! It's contagious.
You are always eager to help. Hardly a day goes by that you don't ask if you can vacuum, dust, or help me cook. I love my little side-kick for chores!
I still melt when I look at this cute little body. Wide eyes. Bald head. Wobbly legs. Love it, love it, love it!
From early on, you showed a strong sense of independence. Eager to make choices and do things yourself. I'm both happy about that and extremely nervous about that!
It's a good thing we live in the South, because the handful of times you've been in snow you have not liked it. I think you are a beach bum and not a snow bunny.
How many three year olds can boast that they've broken a leg, gotten stitches, smashed a finger and lost a nail, or gotten two black eyes?! Yup, you keep me on my toes. And you keep Urgent Care as a speed dial option on my phone.
And now, instead of being the little brother, you are the big brother! You jumped into this important role with excitement and curiosity. I'll admit, I thought it would be a hard adjustment for you to get used to not being the baby anymore. But you've been a great big helper and are always anxious to tickle or hold your sister.
Always, always, always remember... Mom loves you lots and lots, but Jesus loves you the most! I'm so happy you are my special buddy and I pray your heart is shaped to love Jesus and follow him.