{three}

Laying in bed last night I was smiling at Davy talking through the play by play of events that happened 3 years ago exactly. The sausage spaghetti leftovers I so foolishly ate, the 1am shower after I figured out I was in labor, the pizza we wolfed down in our hospital room after 15 hours of labor; it all feels like yesterday. How did all of this happen in a blink of an eye?

When did those 3am scream fests end and sitting up begin?

 

 

When did crawling under the end tables become walking down the hallway on Christmas morning?

 When did the baby monitors get replaced with a wide awake kid banging on our door?

 

When did mashed up baby food and Puffs become Chick Fil A and Starbucks?

 

When did this baby turn into a toddler?

 

When did this toddler turn into a boy?

 

It’s the smiles and giggles that get me, it’s the exuberance and rowdiness that kills me and it’s the entire package that melts me. I could not be more proud of the curious, excited boy he has become. I love all the questions, all the comments, all the quarks that have come with this age. Happy Birthday to the light of my life, my son, my everything, my Moses!