Three

Three big years.

No longer a baby but a big boy.

Independence, imagination, memory of steel, hilarious.

Lover of hockey sticks, bouncy balls, monster trucks, and anything Lightning McQueen.

Full throttle every minute of the day, unless you are napping or watching Little Bear.

Still a little shy and not quick to open up to new faces or places. It will come. You blossom more every day.

Quick to help. Be it in the kitchen. Feeding the dogs. Reading books to Nick. Shoveling snow.

Button pusher. Yep, you know mine! Do you push them? Of course, that's what they're for, right!?

Heart melter. One of the biggest. Especially when you wrap you're arm around me and snuggle me in close.

Words? Holy moly do you have words. You stop me in my tracks daily with your outlook on life. Wow!

You leave us in utter disbelief on a daily basis. Amazed. Blessed. Fortunate. Words to describe life with you!

You are one of the most beautiful gifts we have ever received. And three years big! Utter disbelief my son!

Happiest Birthday Gabers! You're mama had a hard time wrapping herself around you turning three. Hence, the reason this post is way overdue. I think I restarted this four different times! Your zest for life is contagious, my sweet boy. Thank you for making me the proudest mama a boy could have! Love you forever and always my Monkey!

XOXO!!