Three years, my little ones.
Today, you are three years old. I cannot believe how much you have grown in the past year. You are speaking in full sentences, have opinions on everything, and have a memory that is better than any elephant (this is good when it comes to remembering rules, not so good when remembering that there are cookies in the cookie jar).
You both continue to be such a joy to be around. Your mother and I, after putting you to bed at night, often look at each other and comment how amazing you are. Each and every day is full of wonder and joy. We are truly lucky to have you.
I am impressed by how well behaved you both are. You eat your vegetables, you rarely throw tantrums, and you listen when Mommy and Daddy tell you to do something (Most of the time. You’re not perfect but, then, who is?). You both love to play. You love to laugh. You love to read books. You love each other. And that is the best thing ever.
So, now that you are three, you are definitely a “big boy” and a “big girl” as you both told me this morning. It is something that I’m going to have to come to terms with. I’m not sure how it happened but you are, indeed, a “big boy” and a “big girl.” You can put your sandals on all by yourself. You can climb up into your car seats. You don’t quite have the knife juggling down quite yet, but we’re working on it.
So, Happy Birthday my little ones. I love you more than there are stars in the sky.
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