On the eve of three.

Remember this?

It is happening again tomorrow.

I have so many thoughts running through my head right now, so many things that I want to remember that happened this year, but I feel like I am drawing a blank.

So for tonight I will have to suffice with telling you how much I love this kid.

He has my heart, he is my soul.

I would be lost in this crazy world if not for him.

He makes problems disappear.

He makes me smile when I don't feel like it.

He can push my buttons like no other.

He makes me feel like a super hero.

I would let him have my last bite of chocolate, my last spoon of ice cream, my last sip of pop.

I fill my tank with gas some days just to make him happy.

I could cuddle him in my arms all night if he would let me.

I am happy to drive around singing childrens songs with him.

I am happy to go looking for Mighty Machines and exclaim at their bigness.

I will answer the same questions over and over again.

I will give in to pickles, cheese strings and sandwich meat for breakfast.

I will always have a naptime treat in the palm of my hand.

I will always have a stash of ribbon, a jar of buttons or a secret toy waiting to cure the rainy day doldrums.

I will always worry about a split lip, gashed tongue or cut finger.

I will always relish the feeling of his little hand tucked into mine.

I will always replay the sound of him telling me he loves me in my head.

I will always be in awe of the love I feel for this child of mine.

It fills up my heart so much so days I'm sure I may explode.

He made me a mother, someone I love to be.

Happy Third Birthday Monkey.

Mommy loves you!