Happy Birthday my Little Sam Man!

Birth...

One...

Two...

Three!

Although he has made it very clear that he doesn't want to have a birthday, my baby turns three today (All morning, "I don't want to have a birthday, no I want to be two." until he was told that he couldn't have presents if he didn't have a birthday...then he wanted to be three).

Although it feels like he's been a part of our lives forever, in fact, I can hardly remember my life before he was born...it seems impossible that another year has gone by. Over the last few months, he's really lost that baby look and I can see the little boy that he's becoming. It's with both sadness and excitement that I make this observation, because while one part of me wants to hold him tightly and try to keep him small, there is another part that loves to watch him grow.

Each day it's something new...an unsolicited "I love you mommy" or "Mommy, you're the best.", when I'm feeling completely spent...a question or observation that sounds really grown up ("Mommy you look nice today" or "Did you buy those shoes on sale?"), new word and mispronounced words no longer mispronounced (As of last week, "Nama" is "Grandma". He still calls McDonalds "Old McDonalds" though...).

I love to watch him play. He's incredibly fast and strong...he loves to play baseball and soccer. He loves to climb and swing. He'd rather be outside than anywhere...I hope that doesn't change. I love to hear him sing, he's as tone deaf and untalented in that area as I am, but he belts it out fearlessly...I hope that doesn't change either. He has a great sense of humor and loves to make people laugh...wonder where that comes from? He adores Grace, I often walk in and find him trying to pin her down to hold her. I'd yell at him, but he's usually saying "I love you Grace, your the best sister. You little peanut." It makes me melt.

So my little man, I love you very much and YOU are MY best buddy. Here's to another year full of fun and challenges. I can't wait to see what you've got up your sleeve.