…and almost a half.
May 18th marked three years for little man, and he’s just that… a little man.
We celebrated his day with a few of his favorite things: planes, trains, and automobiles. If it has an engine, he’s into it. We stop for every garbage truck sighting, we wave at all the planes, and we get a kick out of driving under the train overpass. Ahhh, the simple joys….
My boy. You’re the best morning snuggler. No one plays drums on pots & pans using the handles of my makeup brushes better than you; Only you could stop me from killing a fly in the house because he’s your “best fwend”; I hope you never grow out of your love for fruit, broccoli, and La Croix; and I’m pretty sure we’ll be packing your stuffed cheetah when we send you off to college (i.e. the most disgusting stuffed animal ever).
You’re everything I didn’t know I needed. <3
Until next time…