Our little Charlie is three years old today. He’s been talking about his birthday for months. Well Charlie, today is THE day. You are three! We are all looking forward to a very special birthday dinner tonight, with each course chosen by the birthday boy himself. On the menu:
- Macaroni and cheese
- Butter beans
- Green beans
- Cinnamon bread
- Ice cream cones
I very clearly remember the day you were born. You came into the world like a tornado. But as soon as the winds of a terrifyingly fast labor died down, your personality reminded me of your dad—laid back, willing to bend (but not break), adventurous, fun, funny. You are all of those things, little one. But as much as you are like your daddy, there is a magic about you and your ways that is oh-so distinctly Charlie.
Here are a few things I learned about you this year.
You love being outside.
Through every season.
Your brother is your bestest, best friend.
You are a bit shy.
You get sleepy at funny times, and in funny places.
You love anything sweet. Meaning sugar.
You love to make people laugh.
From strategically placed flatulent noises to stripping down nakey for a fancy dance, evoking laughter in others brings you joy. You’ve even ventured into your own style of joke-telling:
Charlie: “Why did the water swallow a cow tummy?”
Me: “Um, okay. Why?”
“Because he ate strawberries!”
(You just can’t make this stuff up, folks.)
Charlie, every day you charm me. Every day. You are delightful. You are smart. You are independent. You are sassy. You are helpful. You are cuddly. You are friendly. You are endearing.
You are so loveable.
Happy birthday, my sweet baby. We are so happy that you are ours. Sugar high and all.
Now, on to year four.