My oldest son is now three years old, I can't believe it. It seems like he just arrived and I was getting very little sleep (although he still doesn't sleep well). There are many reasons I love my boy, and many reasons he tries my patiences, but at the end of the day I still love to sit with him in the rocking chair as he snuggles in to go to sleep. I love his sweet heart, and crazy laugh. I love that everyday he says something that surprises me and makes me laugh (yesterday he knew he was bothering me and he just looked at me and said "serenity now"). I love that he tries to help in whatever I'm doing, even if he is more in the way. I love how sweet he can be to his little brother, even though he is often a trouble maker. I love my boy and am sad to see him get older, but also excited to see where he ends up.
Who couldn't love that face?
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