Three

Dear Luke.
Three! How did we get here so fast? It's as if time is in fast forward sometimes...
And so, here we are, another year older. I can't believe how much difference just one year makes. Looking back at your picture one year ago and what a baby you still looked like. But not now, no, now you have turned into such a handsome little boy. A little boy who loves dinosaurs, and superheroes... who wants to fly like buzz lightyear, and does everything fast like lightening mcqueen. A boy who gives hugs with his whole self, and who blows me at least 15 kisses on my way out the door at bedtime. And who finally uttered the words 'i love you momma' and who melts my heart every time I hear it (more like ah wuv oo momma).
I hate that you turned three and momma turned into mommy 90% of the day. And how asking for your 'nos' is becoming milk more often than not. As if "three" gave you permission to grow up a little bit more so suddenly.
You are spunky, and stubborn, and so sweet. You are oh so dramatic and love to act out all your favorite movies. You climb EVERYTHING.
You did an amazing job moving out of your crib this year into your big boy bed, and stay in there all night long. You really like it.
Just one day after turning 3 your dentist told us no more blanket. While I'm mildly disappointed at how eager your father was to take it, I'm so proud of you giving up your most favorite thing in the world with no tears at all. I cried a little.
I know you can not wait to be one of the 'big boys' and tire of being told you are 'too little' for so many things- but please, slow down just a little! The days go by faster than you can imagine, and it won't be until you are in my place that you will understand and wish you could pause an savor so many little moments just a little bit longer.
Happy birthday, buddy.