Friday, April 11, 2014

….he's three…...

 …..the house played hookie for Brody's 3rd birthday…….granted, Elsie was off anyway, but by 7:30 AM I was emailing Callie's teachers letting them know we had some important business ahead of us……

…..cinnamon rolls and candles……
……chillin' out and celebrating our special boy…….

…..so he spent his morning with the ladies of the house and we showed him a good time…...



…..I watched him sleep on the eve of his birthday, just as I do every year with all of my babes……I reflect, I think, I plan and I pray……I have enjoyed everything about boys and the one I have been given is exceptionally special…….


…..If I could bottle up his voice, I would so I could hear the way he calls me Mommy……or the way he says he is sorry and genuinely means it or the way he blurts out his I love yous……..

……if I could freeze this season in our lives when he needs me so desperately I would remember in 50 years how he wants me to kiss any boo boo he has in the exact spot it hurts and the instant my lips brush his skin, he stops crying and thanks me with his sweet smile……

…..this season of life with you, Brody is so joyful…….your eyes have just changed from bright blue to green and you show me every day that your eyes are the same color as mine…….quickly charging toward me and peering so closely at my pupil to show me your new color…...we butterfly kiss with our lashes and then you laugh so hard as you fall into the crevice of my neck giggling and squirming like a typical toddler…….and I stop what I am doing to hold you for a lingering moment because I am too well aware that in this next year of your life you will gain independence and I will lose some of these precious moments that I cherish so deeply…….

…..in this season of life you love Spiderman…..we have collected things over the last 6 months for you and have been so excited to energize your passion for this super hero…..




…..you are our loudest talker, our perfectionist, our emotional and passionate force…..you love to draw and color, love your teachers and love the color blue……you do not like a crowded room or a new social scene, but you quickly warm up and then you are gone to go be busy…..you love the girls of the house, but the instant you see a boy to play with, we are all racing after you sprinting to be with your own breed……you love scooby doo, love books and puzzles, love trucks, tractors and things that move…..you could spend hours in Daddy's car pretending to drive..…..you love to choose your outfit, love a shoe that lights up and you love to talk on the phone…..

……Daddy is your best bud, but in the slivers of family time when you choose me to be your one and only, I will drop anything to be by your side……

……Happy birthday, love bug……


……you are my best boy and I love being your mama……

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