You are Three

You are three.

For three years you have brought me joy, laughter, and your smile. I remember waiting for you to arrive. When I think back to that, I realize I had no idea what wonder was about to enter my world. My heart is literally yours.

You are soft, and smell like home. You laugh at all my jokes, and try and take away any tears.

You scream. You yell when you don’t get your way… and everyone swears you will be a CEO one day. There is no way you can take orders.

You are smart. You figure out things that amaze me. You understand the context of a situation before your father sometimes does. Ha.

You are brave. You fly off the couch like you have a parachute strapped to your back. You even enter your sister’s room when she is in a tantrum.

You make me feel safe. I know parents are always that for their children. But, sweet baby boy you are that for me too. If I have a bad day, there is something very special about cuddling with you before you fall asleep that reminds me… everything is ok.

You are strong. You help whenever you can, and throw like a professional. Organized sports are… so far… not your thing though.

You love your sister just as a brother should. You stick up for her, and you remind her too… that it is ok. Even if she is going in for the hundredth hug, and you didn’t really want the first one.

You are funny. Like really funny. You tell the best jokes, accompanied by the best sounds. You call chocolate powder- pirate ships and we have no idea why.

You are three.

(Just a cute photo I snapped as I was sitting on the couch.)