Happy 3rd Birthday!
Mr. Smiley . . . my dear Gabe . . .
You with all your curls.
I think your smiles are contagious . . . your hair is copying what your mouth does.
Happy birthday, my not so little one.
Nearly surpassing your older brother in weight.
I love you. I’m so glad you are mine.
You are so silly.
Like when I found the cheese you had hidden.
Your insistence on wearing fireman boots.
You always want me to take your picture. And when I do, you act so surprised, “There’s Gabe-ee!”
So many big things this year . . . really the past 5 months . . .
- Tot School
- a serious fall
- surgery to remove a tooth
- combining words to make big sentences
- a big boy bed
- moving into big brothers’ bedroom
- mastering the Strider Prebike
And this summer . . . who knows what else you will learn . . . hopefully how to use the potty . . . because then you can go to Awana.
And get your own vest.