I can't even handle the fact that my baby is turning three.
Lord, help my heart.
you are one spunky little man. full of life and humor and huge personality.
there is no doubt you have me wrapped around that chubby little finger.
you love food like no one else (can't imagine where you get that),
you randomly bark like a dog when you want to show affection,
you are scrappy and tough and really, really loud.
you are the first one up, and you love to snuggle. which, to you, actually means
smashing your face into my face so there is no hope of sleep, but i still think it's the cutest thing ever.
you still let me call you my baby, and i appreciate that, because you are and ever more will be.
you tell yourself stories every night as you go to sleep, which is both maddening and completely charming.
I sit in the hall and listen to you and wonder how I got so lucky as to have a kid like you.
if I could stop time and keep you as you are, I probably would, because I think you're perfect.
but I also know you're just going to get better, more entertaining and more lovable.
you stole my heart completely three years ago, my little love,
and I don't think I'm ever getting it back.
I am oh so thankful for you today, and every day, g-bizz.
your turn, friends.
what are you grateful for this week?
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