A letter to my three year old …

To my dear sweet Mouse …

Tomorrow morning, you will wake up and be three years old. Three years ago at this moment, I was in serious labor, wondering if you were ever going to arrive. And then you did, and my world changed forever.

You have grown from the tiny squeaking little mouse of an infant to the sweet, caring, hilarious little boy that you are today, your daddy and I couldn’t be more proud of you. I say always that I want to freeze time, to keep you never-changing as the cool little dude that you are right now … but then I wouldn’t get to see the next stage of your life … which always turns out to be more fun than the last.

You are the coolest little boy, Mouse. You are so happy, and so sweet. You love meeting new people … no one is ever a stranger to you. You run, you play, you scream, you smile. You are full of happiness and life and love. You are a cuddler, a laugher, a ham and a sweetheart. You are the best big brother that the Froggy could ever ask for.

You love playing tag, and climbing, and your legos. You love Dora the Explorer and chalk and wearing both my and your daddy’s shoes. You love eating sausage and pork chops and jelly beans (the red ones) and popcorn. You love brushing your teeth and swimming and balloons. You love your family, and love chasing the pug.

My wish for you this birthday is that you continue to grow into the sweet boy that I know you’ll become. That you keep this cheer and love in your heart forever. That you remember that family is the most important thing in life, and not to take them for granted … that we will be there for you forever, holding your hand and guiding you through life when you need it.

I love you, Mouse. With each passing day even more than the last.

Love, your momma.