My youngest son turned three a couple days ago.  It's been a busy weekend and I didn't have time to sit and blog.  But I don't want another moment to pass by...

Three years old...wow, my second born.  I remember the night vividly.  A night where my oldest needed more hugs, more calming words, as if he knew that I wouldn't be there when he woke up.  My water broke around 11-11:30 PM.  No immediate contractions as it happened with my first.  I continued to reassure him.  I eventually called the doctor.  We got in the car.  Contractions continued to progress.  Two hours after my water broke, little man made his appearance.  No time for drugs, just pushing.  By early morning, I was up and singing to my new little guy.  :) 

Every year, he continues to amaze me.  His love of his brother, his family, of life is inspiring.  I love his hugs, his kisses on both cheeks, his laughter, the unconditional love and trust he has.  He wants to be a big boy, just like his brother.  I want him to stay a baby, just like I had remember when I had to wean him at six months.  But I can't have my wish, because it's his birthday.  :)

I wish for him continued glee in his every day living.  I wish to be part of his every day glee.  May his heart continue to grow with compassion, love and understanding.  May he always know that I love him, that I will always be there.  I love you, little man, I love you.