All week long I have been contemplating what I would write for this post.
I have made a gazillion mental notes and wrote down a million rough drafts.
But none of them, not one…have truly captivated my feelings for this day.
So now, with all previous thoughts & notes set aside…I will attempt to just simply speak from my heart.
My little Miller…
My sweet, sweet boy.
My Milly-butt.
My little chunkster.
My love.
Your third birthday is finally here.
I’ve actually been dreading this day for a while now.
Dreading the fact that you are no longer an infant…or even a toddler, really.
I remember wanting to be in such a hurry for your brother and sister to grow up.
I could not wait until we were past the diapers, the sippy cups,the messes, and the throw-yourself-on-the-ground kind of tantrums.
But now…I’d give ANYTHING to have all of that back with them.
Because I missed it all, and selfishly let it pass all too quickly.
Thankfully, I learned.
I learned to not only experience every moment with you, but to savor it and engrave it in my heart.
Which is why your infant hood is so precious to me.
I loved every minute I spent with you.
I still love every minute with you.
I love our cuddle time…the times when your squishy little body snuggles into mine.
I love the conversations we have, and the times you make me laugh because you ask the same questions a million times.
I love when you hold my hand when I don’t ask you to.
I love when you tell me that I’m pretty at the exact moment that I feel my ugliest.
I love when you scream like a girl because your sister took your toy, and then I get to rescue you & wipe your tears.
I love hearing you sing about Jesus.
I love that you bite your toenails…okay so not really, but I do always want to remember this!
I love that every time you watch “Fresh Beat Band” you get out your guitar and jam along.
I love that you always ask for coffee creamer to be added to your milk.
I love that your dad has to bribe you with broccoli and green beans to eat the rest of your dinner.
I love that you live and breathe baseball, and ask me to pitch the ball to you at 6am.
I love that you skip around the house and say “woo-hoo” when you get excited.
I love that you can write your name already, and add 6 arms on your “E” instead of 3.
I love that you used to be jealous when I would hold a baby, but now…you are a baby hog.
And now I’m jealous because someone else is loving on MY BABY.
I love that you scream at me when I tell you that you are my baby, just because you want to be called a big boy.
I love your big heart, your sweet smile, and you sure do give the BEST hugs!
I could go one forever about every little thing that I love.
Because I just love you so much.
The truth is, I am sad that this time has passed…
BUT
I can face today knowing that every single year that passes, I will love you more and more.
I love that God gave me such an enormous capacity to love you and your siblings.
I never imagined the depth it could bring.
And I am so thankful that God chose me to be your mommy.
He must love me a lot!
I pray that you will know how much you are loved.
I pray that you will always take the love that you are given and share it with everyone you meet!
I love you Miller Allen…
My sweet Miller,
Happy 3rd Birthday!
Love, Mommy
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