three blessed years ago...

 You were born into our family.  You were a robust, healthy 9 lb 2 oz boy.  You were perfect.  We were so thankful!  You spoiled mama being a very happy baby, sleeping through the night early, and taking pretty much any 'experimenting' that came about with 2 older siblings.

 As you grew you proved to be all your own little man.  You were beefy and burly (unlike the big kids), and your natural tan and spikey-straight hair was delightfully different.  We enjoyed your plump cheeks and big curious eyes.

Today you are still ALL BOY.  You love to go barefoot, wear your hat backwards, and get a little crazy..and noisy at times.  And being third in line, you know how to be content with what you get.  You are often still the object of experimentation from your big brother (as he often puts stickers on your back).  You don't care...you just take it in stride.  Your deep toddler voice is so much fun to listen to when you tell me about things from your perspective.  And I know I'll miss the way you say, "Fank you," and "Pwease."

 You still come in to snuggle when you get woken up too early in the morning.  And you LOVE books...especially if they include monsters, trucks, or farm animals.

I'm so glad I get a front-row seat in watching you figure things out, grow and change in this God-ordained miracle of life.

Just remember...the only thing that matters is whether you know Jesus as your Lord and Savior...may you pursue this wholeheartedly.  And may you grow up to be a man that loves the Lord and honors Him.  We love you, Buddy!  Happy birthday to our little man.