Liam,
Right now I am sitting at the desk typing, with your bedroom door wide open, an hour after bedtime and you are *still* not asleep because you just are too excited about tomorrow. That's right, tomorrow you are turning three.
Can it really be three years since I woke up in the middle of the night to realize that it was time to go to the hospital? Three years since I {finally!} learned that you were a sweet baby boy? Really, three years since I first held you, saw you, touched you? The days have been long but the years are quick.
I just love you so much, Liam. You are one of the most spirited, silly, exuberant, busy, loud, vibrant, mischievous, verbal, helpful, active three year old I know. You love to build, dig, play ball, cook, hammer, eat, and play. Sounds just like every little boy I know! And you are. All boy, that is.
There hasn't been a single day in the last three years that you haven't brought joy to my life. Joy and laughter. And a lot of love. I love that I get to be your Mommy.
My prayer for you as you step closer to boyhood and step a little further away from my arms {I'm not letting you go just yet} is that your love for people would grow, your imagination would soar, and that your heart would be drawn to the Lord.
Happy Birthday my sweet boy! Your Mama loves you. To the moon and back.
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