You have taken on age three like you've just been waiting for it to come along.
Never walking, but always running. Not leading the charge, but always cautiously following your older sister and your friends. Not outgoing, but always charming with your huge brown eyes and sweet smile.
I love everything there is to love about you, my son.
Over the past few months, you've developed quite the imagination and I see you immersed in pretend scenes with your characters in the same way that your sister does. All the time, I come across elaborate play scenes that you have created, and I marvel at what you've created this time.
You've become the master house and train track builder, and are always happy to make your sister either of those. Nothing seems to give you more joy than setting up the most elaborate track you can think of and building the longest trains to run along them.
You're still my cuddler. A year has made you that much taller, but you curl up on my lap like nothing's changed. You still stuck your thumb to fall asleep, and occasionally you'll reach your hand out to stroke my cheek when you do that.
I love that. I love you, my big three year old!
Over the past year of Rosie being in preschool, we've developed a stronger bond between us as we treasure alone time that we never got beforehand. We enjoy trying new pastries together and going places, just you and me. You like to have me to yourself; I like it, too.
Your vocabulary has exploded, and even though it might take a few times of asking you to repeat yourself, I usually can understand what you want and need. I am so proud of you and how far you've come! Just yesterday, I heard you tell your sister: "Please listen to my words." We're listening, Buddy. We love hearing your sweet voice asking where Scout or Maggie is. Have I mentioned your huge love for animals, especially dogs? It would not surprise me if you one day went into a job that involved working with them!
Welcome to Three, sweet boy. You make this world a brighter place.
Love you always,
Mama
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