Today you turned 3 years old. You started seeming older to me a few weeks ago, a little calmer and more obedient. I remember the day you were born. I was so very worried about being a mother of 2 little boys so close together. I felt like I was still figuring things out as a mother of one. It's funny to remember that now. I had gone to church alone because your dad was sick. I began having contractions pretty consistently, but it was 4 weeks before my due date. That night I woke up at 3:00 am and knew it was time to go to the hospital. I remember the car ride. Holy cow, every three minutes I thought I would die. I got an epidural right when I got there and you were born within an hour. Perfect.


You are so happy and you love to laugh. You are very perceptive of when I think you're funny and that makes you overjoyed. You are very funny. You have the fattest feet ever. Like a little hobbit. They make me smile, except when I have to shove them into sunday shoes...then neither one of us is smiling.
I crave one-on-one time with you as much as you do with me. I love getting you alone and getting inside your brain. You love books but haven't the patience for all the words that your brothers do. You much prefer a more interactive approach that involves you finding things on the page or explaining the pictures. You are smart and exuberant. You make life interesting and funny.
Today we are at Grandma's and you liked being king of the day. We had a hot dog roast, Marielle made you a birthday cake, you got some wonderful presents. At the end of the day I found you asleep on the floor in Brian's room. No pillow, no blanket. So tired.
Love,
Mom
PS. did I mention you crack me up
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