Yesterday you turned 3.
My first child who came screeching into this world nearly three weeks early is no longer a baby. You are, in fact, a big boy. A big boy who can count to twenty. A big boy who can proudly tell you all of the letter of the alphabet & is reading Dick & Jane books. A big boy who is potty-trained. A big boy that knows enough to tell his momma that she is pretty when he wants something.
My sweet first-born child. The child that looks just like your father but has your mother’s stubbornness. My sweet child that can push every button I have but at the end of the day, you melt me with a giant hug and a thousand sweet kisses.
On Saturday we celebrated your 3rd birthday with food, family, presents & Toy Story cake. Yesterday, just the four of us went out to breakfast where you and your sister were hellions and your daddy asked me, “Why do we keep coming here, hoping that it will be better than the last time?” The answer is simple. Because one day it will be. One day, your daddy and I will look back and laugh about how rotten our little babies were. But it will be a sad, wistful laugh because that day in the future will remind us of the times when our sweet babies still wanted to celebrate their birthday with us. It will remind us of a time when you would come running into the living room after a bath and yell, “It’s nakie-boy!” or how every morning you jump in our bed and beg us to watch an episode of Dora. It will remind us of a time when you sucked your thumb when you hold your little brown dog. It will remind us of a time when kisses were all you needed to heal an owie.
So, right now, even when you are driving your momma and daddy crazy with your crazy shenanigans, I am trying to absorb everything. I am trying to take a million pictures of you so I can capture the beautiful things you are doing at this age. I am filling in your baby book and maintaining a blog filled with pictures and stories of you and all of the hilarious and crazy things that you do and say. I want to always remember what an awesome little person you are.
Your daddy and I love you so much more than a blog entry can say. I hope, more than anything else, that you always know how wonderful and special you are. Happy birthday, big boy.