Our tiniest ball of energy turned three yesterday. He wore his birthday proud, like a new jacket. And he certainly didn’t want one of Mom’s fancy cakes. No, he wanted “cupcapes.” Then he strutted his three-year-old self through the day like he had been there forever.
I wish these kids didn’t insist on continuing to grow up. Could we just hold off on that a little longer? Well, no matter. Here’s to another fantastic trip around the sun.