Two came and went so quickly. And now you’re three.
You’re the boy who made me a mama and are the light of my entire life. Nothing I write here will ever do the love I have for you an ounce of justice.
This birthday feels like a big one. You’re on the edge between toddler and big kid and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
You have such a great sense of humor and find joy in the smallest things, like bubbles and powdered sugar donuts. I hope it sticks with you throughout your life and gets you through the inevitable hard days you’ll face.
You’re so tough and lately when you fall down, you’re quick to “shake it off” and it’s been a long time since you asked for me to “kiss it better”. While it does make me sad, I hope you always bounce back this quickly and never stop getting up to try again.
You still sleep in our bed and I snuggle you to sleep each and every night. It definitely wasn’t the planned sleeping arrangement, but I’m so glad your dad and I have had 3 solid years of snuggles. I hope you always find comfort in our arms and know you can always come to us.
You love your brother so much and it is my greatest joy to see you two together. You’re unbelievably gentle with him and always the first one to check on him when he cries. No one can make him laugh like you do either. His eyes light up when he looks at you and you can almost see the love radiating between the two of you. I hope you guys always stick together even when you hate each others guts. It’s important.
I want to bottle up your laugh, the way you throw your head back and let the sound erupt from your throat, and pull it out when I’m old and gray. I want to keep the sweet smell of your strawberry cheeks and the way your head feels on my chest. I don’t want you to grow another ounce. Not even a smidge.
But I know that even if I try to hold on, you’ll just keep on growing and I don’t want to miss a second of it.
So I guess I have to let you.
Here’s to my big three year old. We love you so much, Coop.