4 years old.
I have to admit that I'm not liking it.
I have to admit that I'm not liking it.
I know Moms are supposed to rejoice at each stage and accomplishment.
I know....I know....
That's what good Moms do and all.
But I sort of, kind of, REALLY liked it when you were my little 6lb-er.
Nonetheless....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY 'Lijah!
You astonish me everyday, whether it be by your wit and humor
or your uncanny ability to throw a tantrum at a moment's notice
or your heart melting smile
or your stubborn streak (that you most definitely get from your Daddy).
Your passion for anything with wheels or dirt or the combination thereof is unmatched.
Your propensity for getting filthy dirty is unparalleled.
Your sweet, snugly kisses and hugs? Perfect.
Thanks for being my little snuggle buddy. Even if you are 42 1/2 pounds now.
Nonetheless....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY 'Lijah!
You astonish me everyday, whether it be by your wit and humor
or your uncanny ability to throw a tantrum at a moment's notice
or your heart melting smile
or your stubborn streak (that you most definitely get from your Daddy).
Your passion for anything with wheels or dirt or the combination thereof is unmatched.
Your propensity for getting filthy dirty is unparalleled.
Your sweet, snugly kisses and hugs? Perfect.
Thanks for being my little snuggle buddy. Even if you are 42 1/2 pounds now.
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