It has happened in what feels like a moment, merely a blink and he has grown.
The day I became his mom 3 1/2 years ago he was so tiny, a mouth full of baby teeth, unable to read or even tie his shoes. He has healed, grown and changed so much.
He is now a boy who can read chapter books and wash dishes. A boy who continues to bring such a joy to my heart with his imagination and quirk yet drives me crazy with his hands and obnoxious noises. He makes me smile and yell...a lot. I love so much when he asks to sleep with me or wants to curl up on my lap, his body almost as tall as mine.
His heart is compassionate, empathetic and kind. He is an awesome big brother, who is constantly doing something for someone smaller than he. His charm is contagious, his wit leaves me speechless and his smile flashes and his eyes shimmer.
He is so smart, so kind and brave. Each day he shows up, choosing to silence lies, choosing to let love in, he is a warrior. He wants to be a police officer when he grows up, that is a win for the first two years he was with me he was terrified of them.
He is a creator, imaginarian and explorer of all things. Every item becomes alive and everywhere is a new world to explore.
Happy Birthday to my sweet, little boy. You are a joy and a challenge to raise, being your mom is one of the best things I have ever done.