My baby boy turned three yesterday. Three years ago, my whole identity, my whole world, everything I thought was important changed. Three years ago, I met a precious boy who would make me laugh harder than I ever have, and drive me crazier than I thought was possible, and ask me more questions than I was aware a human brain could think of, and show me I could love more fiercely than I ever dreamed I could. Three years ago, I became a mommy for the first time. I know this is cliche, but holy mother that happened fast!
Oh my gosh, Weston, how could I begin to say what these last three years have meant to me. Watching you grow and growing with you has been the thrill of my life. You and your sister are the biggest blessings I have ever known and I thank God every day that he chose me to be your mom.
I hope you continue to love learning new things and become way smarter than your parents (although you're pretty close already). I hope you learn that it's ok to be scared but it's not ok to give up or not try. I hope you and your sister love and protect each other. I hope you will always be honest even though that's so hard sometimes. I hope you will always be thankful for what you have and not take it for granted. Above all, I hope you will learn about God's love and grace and mercy and share that with the world.
Happy birthday buddy! You da best!
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