I have three-year-olds. What?
I mean, didn’t this JUST happen?
How in the world did we go from this:
I don’t know, but I sure am loving the process.
Happy Birthday, boys. Thanks for making the past 3 years of my life even more exciting, adventurous, chaotic, and crazy than they already were. You add a big dose of silliness to my everyday (…even on days when I’m exactly not looking for it…) and a new dimension of joy to our family that makes me cherish the “little years.” There’s nothing I love more than slobbery, sticky kisses from the two handsomest little charmers I know.
I love watching you grow up. I love being your mama. I love how much you love me back. And I know I am going to love whatever craziness Year Number 4 brings.