A couple weekend’s ago we celebrated our son’s third birthday. I’ve had a couple doctors appointments since then and it’s weird to answer the question “When was your last birth” with “Three years ago”.

It boggles me.

He is pure. Pure love. Pure happiness. Pure joy.

The boy loves dirt but is afraid of bugs. Unless his sister is collecting worms … then he’ll watch. But not touch!!!

He requested a TRACTOR birthday with a DANCE party. We delivered on the Tractor portion of the festivities and just let him bounce around to the rhythm inside of him all day long.

As we celebrated his vivacious love for the life that he breathes into everyone around him we watched him make dreams and wishes and friends.

Before our eyes he’s becoming more than a baby, more than a boy. He’s becoming Him.

Happy Birthday, tadpole.