Will he always?

From the moment he was placed in my arms and 3 years later he still gives me the warm fuzzies. He has the ability to frustrate me like no other human being can and then point up his chin and pout his lips and all is forgotten. He is sweet. He is tender. He is stubborn. He gives the best kisses in the world. I mean the best. I’m talking grab my face with both of his hands and squeeze me into his chunky face and even mmmmwwwaaa kinda kisses. I can’t help but admit that he does have me wrapped around all his still has baby chunk fingers.

He loves to cuddle in bed. He will leave any television show just to bring his little cars into my bed and spend endless amounts of time just chatting it up and making hills and race tracks out of my arms, elbow, knees and yes, sometimes even my face. He is my baby.

He turned three this past June(same day as our anniversary) and although he is 3 and refuses to be called a baby, he loves to be babied. His daddy and big brother are his heroes. He tattle tales like no other and begs to have his shoes put on by me, even though he is more than capable to do it on his own.

Manny Manners, I love you. Thank you for blessing my life with so much tenderness and love for the past 3 years.