It’s hard to believe that three years ago (ok, so more like three years plus a couple days…) you arrived, fashionably late, and turned our world completely upside down.
You brought with you sleepless nights and poopy diapers and a whole host of unexpected trials and daily sacrifices.
You have brought more worry and tears than any other person I’ve ever met.
You’ve brought me to my knees, both literally and physically, so many times that I’ve lost count.
And you are definitely to blame for all your daddy’s gray hair (heh).
You’ve made me smile and laugh more than I ever thought humanly possible.
You’ve taught me so many things I never thought I’d learn. But I am thankful I know now.
And you have made your daddy and I so very, very proud as we watch you grow and learn and become a little more you every day.
So I wouldn’t trade all the worry or sacrifices or poopy diapers (wellllll…) for anything.
Because it’s what’s made you, well, you.
Happy Birthday my dear.
Your daddy and I (and your little brother!) love you so very, very much.