this is three

You're honest, brilliant, and beautiful from the top of your head to the tip of your toes.

You're strong-willed, emotional, and a spatial thinker.

You're amazingly funny, you love to pretend, and you're beyond animated.

You're a singer, a snuggler, and a farm equipment extraordinaire.

You're a talker.  You want to know why and how.  You want answers.

"Why are stones gray?"

"Are restaurants red like tongues?"

"Where does medicine come from?"

When we don't know the answer, you say I guess that's the way God made it.

You care about your brother in a way I could never have imagined.  You mimic my words & actions with such ease and genuinity that he calms down with just the sound of your voice.  You also tease/bother/annoy/frustrate him to no end.  It's a brother thing, right?

You like your yogurt smooth, your milk in a mason jar, and your pasta loaded with parmesan cheese.

Your best friend is Lukas and your worst enemy is Millie (the dog).

You're scared of octopuses and the garbage man.

You want to do everything by yourself, from putting on your shoes to pouring your juice.

That being said, you make more messes than any kid in America.

You make me insane crack up when you do things like...

a.) take all the change out of my wallet and put it in the freezer.

b.) drink your milk with a fork.

c.) pull the sheets & comforter off our bed.

d.) spray the dust spray all over everything.

e.) on our way out to the car, insist on running into the field and digging your hands in the mud.

f.) stretch my clothes down off the hangar.

g.) swallow your toothpaste on purpose.

You also make me the proudest Mommy in the world when you tell me I miss you, Mom.  You're the best mom in the whole world. 

I love you more than life itself.  Thank you for making me a Mama, punky!
And Happy Official 3rd Birthday!