Happy Birthday to my little man! 3 years ago (yesturday) you made your entrance into this world. You were my first little boy, and you were as sweet as they come from the very first day.
And you are ALL BOY. You play in the dirt, wherever you can find it. All of your clothes are stained. I wash your face a dozen times a day. Your fingernails are never clean. Your socks are always mis-matched. You pour sand in your sister's hair, and then pour some on your own. Seeing a firetruck go by is the highlight of your day. And you love things that go "boom".
You also run up to me at random times to give me a hug and a wet kiss (I see you licking your lips before you kiss me, buster). Your favorite way to fall asleep is with me laying beside you, with your head reasting on picture of Thomas on your pillowcase, and my head resting on James, and with your arms around my neck. You bring me the dandilions you pull up, and show me the "beautiful castle" you built for me out of your blocks - and then let me "help" you knock it down.
You love trains, planes, and automobiles. And you love your mommy.
I love you bubs.
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