That smile, those dimples, that determination. You won’t be distracted. You won’t be disuaded. You are the very defintion of fun. You’re curious. You love books. You wear underwear now, and you’re so proud. You love tomatoes. Goodness, you love tomatoes. You love your daddy. You only want him to help you. You love to help me. Help me cook, help me clean. You play with Olivia, and coo at Everett. You are inbetween, and sometimes need reassuring. You love cuddles.
Dear Calvin,
Happy Birthday Baby Boy – Big Boy. People have asked: “can you believe he’s already three?” And I think, “he’s ONLY three?” Because I cannot remember life without you. In my heart you have always been here, and it’s as if life before you came was somehow before – a fuzzy, irredescent dream that only vaguely resembles me.
Now life has really begun, for both me and you. You are three, and it is practically ordained to be a time of great adventure. I feel as if there will be very little Daddy and I can do to stop you in your curious and exciting discoveries that are to come. I am excited for you, a little aprehensive for me.
I also want to tell you, because I want you to know, because you probably won’t remember much of this year of your life. But I want you to know, because in the years to come, when life will get stormy and hazy and hard to navigate at times, I want you to know, that when you were three – just three years here on earth, three years from leaving Heavenly Father, which is hardly a heartbeat in the whole of time – that you, you, who you are, and what you are: is so good. I want you to know that at age three you show so much love, goodness, and compassion to those around you. I am astonished at your sensitivity to others, your small heart is so great. I love you little boy. Remember that you are wonderful, loved, and precious. Remember it all your days, even when it’s hard. Take my word for it.
I love having a three year old boy.
