Oh my big Brock boy.
You’ve grown so much! You’re a completely different child than you were a year ago.
You’ve accomplished so much! You can walk! You’ve been doing it for so long now that it seems like you’ve always been this way, but just a year ago you couldn’t.
And you talk! More words than I can count, strung together in beautiful 4 and 5 and 6 word sentences.
You love your Sister. You walk her to the bus every morning and try to sneak on. As soon as you wake up from your nap you start asking if it’s time to go get her from school. You guys wrestle every night and it stresses me out but I’m thankful you can do it. I love watching you two play together.
And you love your sister. I just knew you’d be jealous when she arrived but you haven’t been. Not one bit. You want to hold her and kiss her and when she starts to cry you quietly whisper “It’s ok ‘Reesies.’ My right here, my right here.”
You love trains and cars and balls and Mickey Mouse and making me lunch. You make the best plastic pancakes I’ve ever had.
You love gymnastics and you’ve gotten so much stronger since you started! Daddy does gymnastics with you and I love that you boys have that time together.
You’re a parrot. You repeat EVERYTHING you hear. Even mundane phrases like “This taco has too many onions on it.”
You love mothers day out. You’re smaller than the other kids but you don’t let that stop you from bossing them around. And you certainly don’t let them push you around. Your teacher says they’re not quite sure what to think of you when you stand up for yourself. I’m proud of you.
You go to speech and physical therapy at the ‘big school.’ You let me drop you off without crying and you’re happy when I pick you up.
You eat now! Not much, but at least it’s something. Crackers, chips, goldfish, cereal, bananas, milk. It’s a start.
Happy (belated) birthday, sweet boy. I love you. I’m so glad you’re THREE! And I’m so thankful God has given us another year of laughs, of fun, of memories…of hope.