How can you possibly be three, my beautiful little boy?
my littlest big boy
How can I describe how you fill my life and fill my heart? You have a vigor that thrills me — the way you are full on, whichever extreme it may be. When you are happy, joy bursts from you in waves. When you are angry, frenzy bursts from you in waves. There is no middle ground. You are raw emotion and raw energy. You are unfettered and pure, and how I delight to see you experience either joy or rage, because you do it with such purity. You are beautiful, my little one.
I love the way you demand that I snuggle with you. I love the way you giggle and laugh and the way your eyes sparkle with mirth and mischief when you try to play tricks on me. I love your sense of humor!
Already you have a keen sense of justice, and simply won’t have it if you think your brother is not behaving as he should.
I love the way you express yourself. I love the way you say please, thank you, and you’re welcome. And the way you remind me to say ‘Bless You’ when you sneeze.
I love the way you try to do everything that your big brother does. I love your strong sense of independence.
You are bursting with life, my little man. Oh, how I love you, with a love I never imagined possible.
Happy Birthday. A very happy birthday to you.
