December 16, 2007

My Christmas Baby.

 The boy who almost wasn’t.

The one who wasn’t planned.

 The sweetest oops there ever was.

 The boy who was adored from the moment he arrived.

 A child of a thousand expressions.

 Joyful and full of laughter.  You light up a room. 

 You’re a mama’s boy. 

 I’m okay with that.

 I’m kind of head over heels for you. 

 You have a special relationship with your dad.

 You bond over sports. 

 I love watching this relationship develop.

 You are a lover of baseball, basketball, football, anything with a ball.

Today you are three.

 Not five ( or seven) as you are prone to tell those who ask.

Happy Birthday, Landon.

You are loved.