It hardly seems possible that you are three years old today. I look at you and still am picturing in my minds eye, the baby I carried, held, and nursed. I still hear your baby cries, coos, and laugh. Those sounds are now replaced with new ones, "Mommy, I love you", "look at the bayoons!" (balloons), "Mommy, I hold you" (hold me), " Mommy, I walk" (this one you say a lot, since I still like to carry you everywhere. You are very good at reminding me that you like to walk!).
You are now mimicking things that you hear, your speech has progressed by leaps and bounds. One of the most precious sounds to my ears is when you try to sing along to whatever song is playing. Your favorites include "Double Take" by Disney's Austin and Ally, "Shepherd Me, O God" by John Michael Talbot, "Smile" by R5, and "Hushabye Mountain".
You love to dance. I absolutely love watching you dance to music. You can't keep still when you hear a song play; you have to move, and if I am not trying to capture it on camera, I am dancing with you. One of the things you and your brother like to do is have "dance parties". Every Friday night is a dance party.
You have so much energy, you are hardly sitting still at any given moment! But there are times, when you like to snuggle. Saturday mornings when Daddy and Christian are getting donuts, you like to snuggle with me in my bed watching Sprout. I love our Saturday mornings.
Your smile is infectious. It has the power of brightening my day immeasurably. I have always called you my sunshine baby, because it is true. unless you are upset, you always have a smile for everyone.
Although I do not like the fact that time is so fleeting; that you are growing up so fast, I am immensely grateful that God gave you to us, to me, and that I have the amazing privilege of being your mother. I cherish every day I have with you and your brother. Some are trying (you are three, after all!), but even those days, those moments, I would not trade for the world.
Happy birthday, Tadpole! I love you!
Love,
Mommy
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