My baby isn't a baby anymore. Half of me aches with nostalgia: Where does the time go? Remember when he was just a snuggly butterball? While the other half swells to bursting with pride: Can you believe he did that all on his own? Is it possible that he's that smart? It has been such a privilege (and sometimes a challenge) to be the mother of such a sweet, determined, curious, hilarious little gentleman. Watching him dance to his favorite music (Dubstep), or flirt with every waitress, or practice saving people from fires, or paint in his own fabulous color-blocked style is pure joy. The glimpses of the wonderful man I know he'll one day be are so interesting and exciting. Not that I'm in any hurry for him to grow up, that can wait. For now I just plan to soak up all the awesomeness of being a mom to such a rad three year old.
Happy Birthday Jude River, you couldn't possibily be more loved.
