3 & 1/2

My "big" boy is 3 & 1/2 years old.

That means, 46 months ago, I became a Mommy for the very first time.  I met my son face to face, the day I had been dreaming about for so long.

Now, 3 & 1/2 years later, there are so many things that I love about you....


I love your witty sense of humor that, sometimes, catches me off guard.

I love that you are inquisitive, asking, "why?" over and over, and over and over, and over and over.

I love that you love your grandparents, more than anyone else on Earth.

I love that you live & breathe basketball, shooting at least 100 baskets/day, and you dream in blue!!

I love that you still like to snuggle, especially at night time.

I love your sweet sensitivity to peoples' feelings.  You are very empathetic toward others.

But I also love your rambunctious spirit that sometimes lands you in trouble.

I love that you spontaneously say, "I love you." *out of the blue* Those are the best kind;)

I love that you befriend others easily, with no hesitation.

I love that you love to learn, & I love how excited you become about sharing all the new skills you are absorbing daily!

I love that you LOVE being a cowboy...

 

I love that you adore your brother, even though you don't always show it.  You enjoy taking care of him, & you definitely miss and worry about him when he's not around...and it melts my heart.

I love that you run to your Daddy each and every night when he gets home.  It's the highlight of your day (and mine!).

I love that when you say your prayers at night, you insist on getting on bended knee, even when Mommy forgets.

I love that you still say, "You're my best friend." (this applies to Mommy, Daddy, Luke & all the grandparents)


I love that you beg to spend weekends with grandparents, because they are "so much fun"!


I love your shy side, and I love your loud side:)

but most of all, I love you.