And just like that, a tiny blink, my baby is three.
He is potty trained. Will only wear super hero underwear. Puts his shoes on by himself. Uses a fork at dinner time. Drinks from a cup. Can say The Lord’s Prayer. Knows his ABC’s. Can school me at Angry Birds. Is starting pre-school next week. He’s even told me “Mama, I’m all growed up.” (keeping the grammar because it is darn cute.)
He’s my little guy. My cuddly one. How did he get so big? We have been through so much together in his short life. I got very ill while pregnant with Colton. At times they thought he might not make it towards the end. We had a traumatic birth. But you arrived. You were perfect. And you were all 10 lbs of beautiful. And then at 6 months they told us you had Nystagmus and would most likely be blind. I took you to five different specialist. I took you to vision therapy. We prayed over you and loved you. I cried. I researched. And know what, you are just fine. You spotted a deer camouflaged in the woods on Saturday. You can locate anything the color blue from miles away. You are just perfect. And you are so big. And we love you so much.
And if you know my Colton, you know there is a good chance he will be wearing a mask, a super hero t-shirt or a cape at any given moment. So we thought this attire was only proper for your birthday pictures. And how you pull your mask so low over your eyes and see I will never know.
I love you so much my sweet boy. Happy 3rd Birthday.
