Magical Three

He started as a late coming, wrinkled, and crooked nosed newborn,

grew into a cupcake eating, brother following, always smiling one year old

then became a drooly, gravity loving two year old

and now is a confident, individualistic, and sweet three year old.

What a journey it has been with this little man. He has surprised me at every step of the way with his wit, his happy smile, and his unique perspective. He is the glue that binds this family together, always asking where Dad is and wondering why Luke has to go to school or why Isaac is sleeping so long. If he had his druthers we would all be together all the time. He now has declared himself my "good helper" and keeps me company while Luke is at school and Dad is at work. He had his three year checkup today and the doctor declared him "perfect". I couldn't agree more (except perhaps that shriek he lets out when his sense of justice is violated).

I sure love being this guy's momma (though, I report [sadly] that he no longer wants to marry me in the temple, a sweet little Sara has taken my place).

Happy Third Birthday Noah!