Three

I recently commented to my husband that we won the baby lottery. Each day I look at my son and wonder how we got so lucky to have such a gorgeous, intelligent, and adorably funny bundle of joy in our lives. And now that "baby" with the big brown eyes, perfect full lips, long eyelashes, smooth cheeks and ears that stick out is going to be three years old tomorrow. I'm not the only one that's in denial though. Tell him that he's turning three and he'll adamantly tell you "No Free. Four!" Too cute.

I love being his Mommy. I love his great big hugs and that he sleeps with my teddy bear. I love that he says "please" and "thank you" in that high pitched voice of his. I love the fact that he runs to me when he's sad and that I can make him feel better. I love that he wakes me up in the morning by climbing up on the bed and giving me a kiss. I love that he loves to paint and help me cook. I love that he'll do almost anything to gets his hands on a piece of red licorice.

I am constantly amazed by him and honored that I get to raise him. Happy Birthday, little sweetie. I love you.