Three

A few days after Walt's party, I took him on a quiet birthday date, in hopes to savor those last moments of age 2.

Three.

It sounds so big to me.

The weather was so cool for June, and we had the farm to ourselves that day.  A picnic lunch followed by tractor climbing and barn climbing/sliding (and ice cream!) made for the sweetest day with my birthday boy and his sister.

Babies and birthdays are most certainly bittersweet for me.  I spend birthday week constantly reminding myself of what a blessing it is to see them celebrate another year.  Without that reminder, I'd have a hard time swallowing away that lump in my throat.   It comes so often during birthday week.  While watching them play....   when tucking them in at night....  and singing "Happy Birthday,"....   oh forget it....  I melt.

But that's only because I'm enjoying this season of life so much.  I've never experienced anything so precious.  I knew I would love them....   but I had no idea how much I would enjoy raising them.

And turning 3....    it's just a reminder of how short this season of life is.  Of how few hours I will actually spend with babies on my lap.  

While I know I will love watching all that this next year brings....   I sure wish I could stay right here for just a bit longer.

Because I love being their Momma more than I could ever describe.  

Walt,

Before you, your "Da-da" and I were living the best life.  We didn't think it could ever get any better. We couldn't imagine ever loving anything as much as we loved one another.

 And then you arrived.

You've made every moment of the last three years sweeter than we ever knew it could be.  We've loved everything about each year, but this last one has been extra fun.  You've loved all things animals...  all things Toy Story.....   dinosaurs, monsters, pirates, robots...  you love to climb, and jump and wrestle ....but I think you love to snuggle and cuddle even more.  You still sleep with your two favorite blankies and your animals....  and you still love George.  You are such a fun and loving 3 year old boy and we can't get enough of you.

I hope that you always know how much I love being your Momma...

.... and how much I love you.  

Love,

Momma