A little body came barreling into our bedroom in the dark shrieking “mommy! daddy! come look at ‘dis!!!” and in all his brand new half sleepy year three year old glory, P2 was glowing… because the balloon fairy had left surprise balloons in his room. I groggily dragged myself out of bed and put my glasses on so that I could capture his happiness in the wee hours of his birthday.
Little boy, three years ago, I never could have imagined the amount of joy you would bring to our lives. You are a comedian and a jokester. You are the highlight of my day so many times a day. I love that you’re still a little snuggle bug, but you’re also so determined to be a big kid and keep up with your brother and sister. I never could have imagined in a million years the little person that you would grow up and become, and this tiny peek we’ve had so far into your personality makes me so excited to watch you grow up.
P2, I love you more than you’ll ever know. Happy 3rd birthday love.