How can it be true that you are 3 years old? In a few minutes I will sneak into your room, like I do every night, and tuck you in. Whisper in your ear how much I love you and kiss your lips. Your Daddy and I will marvel at how big you are. We'll stare at you and then glance at each other with amazement. Our Tukes. Our baby. So big. So wonderful. So perfect.
It seems like only yesterday you were placed in my arms after delivery; plump, pink and full of possibilities. You have changed me. Shaped me. Made me stronger and smarter. By teaching you, I learned what I believe in. In failing you, I learned how to forgive myself and others. You were not born on my birthday, but you are by far the best present I've ever received.
You are such a handful, which is an understatement. You keep me busy, and you ask a lot of questions. "What's that?" and "Why?" seem to be your favorite questions these days, but I'm sure as your vocabulary expands so will your curiosity. You love to eat french fries and when asked if you would like milk or water you always choose milk. Every night before we put you to bed you ask what we will do when you wake up. When we tell you our plans your eyes light up the room. Your first words out of your mouth each morning are whispered in our ears; "Get up Mama. Get up Daddy", and then you go downstairs where you know how to turn on the tv, the wii, the netflix and your favorite shows. You wait patiently on the couch and when we mosey down you are filled with excitement and run to the stairs to greet us. You are happy most of the time and people like you. You don't know a stranger and everyone you meet is greeted with "Hello Friend!". You are nice and sincere. You are so funny, and laugh at yourself on the daily. You are a big brother, and you take that job very serious. You love your sister and she admires you. We all do.
Happy Birthday to you my baby boy. I love you endlessly.
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