Happy Birthday to My Best Boy

You came to our room at 4:30AM, much to early for you to crawl into our bed, so you slept on the little bedroll we had set up for you on the floor. Then promptly at 6AM, with barely a glint of sunlight shining in the sky, you tried to sneak back into our bed again. This time, I couldn't resist letting you in and snuggling close. Soon you drifted back to sleep. It's times like these that my heart swells with so much love for you. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you, and every day I love you even more. I feel so privileged to be your Mother, to be the one to kiss away the tears and fix the boo boo's, the one who gets to answer all your why's, how come's, and how do they make that's, the one that gets to hug & kiss you every day, the one who gets to watch you grow. In three short years, you have gone from adorable drooling little baby to wonderful, handsome, smart, inquisitive, energetic, and considerate little boy. Right before my eyes, you've turned into a little boy who loves to climb anything he can from trees to monkey bars, who jumps off steps and stones over obstacles on one foot or two, who competes with the older boys by peddling faster or climbing over the highest rung, who knows his letters and can count to 20, who is sounding out his first words, who loves to help whether making cupcakes or dinner in the kitchen or making repairs in the garage. I know I won't always be the first thing you ask for when you wake (with TV a close 2nd) nor will I always be greeted with flying hugs & kisses when I come home nor treated to showers of kisses at bedtime and requests for more cuddles. So, I cherish every single moment that I get to be your Mom.