It’s your third birthday. I’m not sure how time has passed so quickly and how we’ve come to this milestone already. Three years ago, you made me a mama. You have no idea how blessed I am to be called your mom. I love you endlessly, more and more each day.
You are hilarious. You make me laugh ALL the time. You are quick and witty.
You have a huge heart for others. Especially with your little brother’s condition, you are always checking to make sure he’s okay. Asking if his “owies” are better. Worried for him when he has to go to the hospital. If I’m ever sad or worried, you ask me if I’m okay and try to make me feel better.
You are sensitive, like your mama. Words hurt your feelings easily and often.
You’re scared of storms. Your dad and I have to tell you that God is playing basketball in the sky (thunder) or taking pictures (lightning) to help calm you down. If it’s raining, you refuse to go outside.
You’re strong-willed. You don’t back down. These traits are so beautiful when they are channeled for good. These traits are going to assist you in changing the world. They are also going to give me gray hair before I turn 30.
You are honest. Sometimes, too honest. Like when you see a photo of me on the blog and say, “that’s uggeeee!” or “ew, what’s that face?!” Ummm, that’s just my face, child!
You love watching TV. Like, a little too much. But you also love reading books, putting puzzles together, playing games and using your imagination. Any source of learning is one you gravitate towards.
You remember everything. I was the same way when I was younger, so it just makes me laugh. If I accidentally mention the park, you bring it up approximately 142 times an hour. You also remember things I mention weeks and weeks (sometimes months) ago.
You are GRUMPY in the morning. Notice how I put that in all caps?
Your favorite foods are macaroni, french fries, chicken nuggets, and mexican candy. You always ask for soda at dinner and are majorly disappointed when it’s actually water in your cup.
You speak for your sister most of the time. Somehow you know when she’s hungry or thirsty, needs to poop, is sad, etc. You can read her better than even I can and you always advocate for her and make sure she has everything she needs.
You hate bedtime and naptime equally. You’re always talking about how “it’s a sunny day!” and you can’t sleep.
You are insanely smart. Almost too smart. Tonight at dinner, you looked at me and said, “You have boobies, right mommy? I don’t have boobies. I just have nipples.” Then you looked at your daddy and said, “You have nipples, too, daddy.” And before we could even say anything, you looked back at me and said, “Do you have nipples, too?” We just laughed and laughed. You also explained to us that when you get bigger you’ll have boobies, too. (Btw – all this booby talk is thanks to little brother breastfeeding, lol!)
You love music. Which makes your daddy and I so happy because we love music, too.
You are interested in everything your daddy and I do. When we ask you where dad works, you reply, “He works at Cox!” and when we ask you where mom works, you say, “She takes my pictures!” You also pretend to be on the computer and say that you’re like mommy.
You love your little sister and your little brother. You are so good to them. You care deeply and love fiercely.
You are AMAZING. I am so proud to be your mom. Thank you for being you.
Happy birthday. Love, mommy.