Dear Wubster,
First and foremost, I must offer you this sage advice: Save and Save Often! And then, when you think you're too good for that, bop yourself on the head and cut & paste your blog post into Word or some other program and save it there, too. Just trust me on this...and now, here's your birthday letter redux.
I don't know about you, but I was having a hard time waiting for your birthday to get here!
With all the changes over the past few months it feels like you've been three for so long already.
My impatience this year shouldn't surprise me, though. I was just as impatient three years ago as the summer ticked away, the school year growing closer and closer while I waited and waited and waited for the opportunity to meet you.
And just as my summer slipped away I finally did.
And you brightened our growing family with your vivid blue eyes and gassy grins!
And I was happy...even if I had to go back to work the day after I brought you home from the hospital.
In these three years you've grown so strong, loving, and handsome.
You're such a helper when it comes to yard work, whether it's mowing alongside your mom or I (with your bubble mower), transplanting roly-polys and worms, or harvesting veggies (and eating them immediately) from the garden.
Your laugh is infectious and that cheesy grin of yours...it drowns your face in a sea of adorability (thankfully it's no longer a gassy grin)!
I'm looking forward to all the adventures this next year will bring!
Happy Birthday, monkey!
Love,
Dad
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