Happy birthday dash 2!

Today my sweet boy, you turn three.

{Remember that, three, not five like you keep telling people.}

My sweet, you and I have a special connection. We are both middle kids, we both follow exceptionally loud, talkative siblings, and most of all, our personalities are identical. Although I don't growl at people, though I wish I could. You look so much like your father yet are so much like me.

I can't help but smile when I watch you, you know how to fly under the radar, how to quietly sit back and observe, and how to stir the pot. I see those wheels turning in your head just like my mother saw mine. Except you're far more stubborn. You are hands down our most stubborn child. I'm able to stare down your brother but you, you just put your hands on your hips, furrow your brow, and stare back.

Something tells me come the teenage years you will be quite the formidable opponent. Something to look forward too.

You are a delightful child. When you were a baby I had no idea just how delightful you would be. You were a mellow baby but now you're a funny little boy with a personality that radiates from you, you're quick to make me laugh and trust me my dear, that sense of humor will serve you well in life.

I love you my sweet.

I love your little voice, the way you pop into the kitchen and ask "what smells sooooo dewishis (delicious)?" all while rubbing your tummy. I love your sparkling blue eyes, the way you light up when we read stories, I love how you give me big hugs and tell me I'm your best girl, I love how you put your hands on your hips when your a superhero, I love how snugly you are in your jammies, I love how you tell knock knock jokes {knock knock? whos there? Dash-2? Dash-2 who? dash-2 is a knockin on your door!!! All while fist pumping, its hilarious.}

Simply put, I love you. All of you my dear.

Happy third birthday my sweet boy.