3

I'm in denial, Lukey.  I can't believe tomorrow you will be three years old.  How time has flown since you were born, and at the same time, imagining life without you here just doesn't make sense.  You add such an amazing dynamic to our family.  You are unique.  But you are your daddy's mirror twin.  Not only do you look like a mini-Matt, you have his deep, loud, fabulously obnoxious laugh.  You daydream like him.  You are quiet and go with the flow like him.  But you know when to be the life of the party, just like him.

 I fall in love with you over and over again every stinking day.  From your silly quirks.  The way you tell Noah and Ella "go to your room!" when they annoy you (because, you are the boss, right?), the way you get so excited and just have to grit your teeth because you can't contain yourself...  You are so silly.  You still, in 3 years, don't really like to eat food.  You eat enough apparently because you've finally hit a long needed growth spurt.  You don't weigh much (about 27 pounds).  You are healthy.  This year you developed some pretty great friendships.  You talk about your buddies when they are not around.  And when you do have them by your side I love watching your imagination go wild.  You would live outside, in a tree,on top of something,climbing something, risking your life, getting into mischief, every second of the day if I would let you.  You assume you are just as big as Noah is, and think you can do anything he does.  You live with two singers, and hate to hear people sing, "Ow-ah stop singing!!" is often heard on a daily basis.  You are my snuggler.  "Hold you mommy" is the constant phrase I hear out of your mouth.  You want to be snuggled to sleep, snuggled when you hurt, snuggled when you are bored.  But lately you've gotten over your separation anxiety and are ok to spend time away from me.  You have a huge fan base.  People really like you.  Because you are so funny to watch and easy to love.

Turning three means there are a lot of adventures ahead of you this year.  You are going to start preschool!  You have to, have to, have to, start using the potty (seriously Luke, its gonna happen, quit fighting it).  You are going to sleep all night in your big boy bed every night (please).  You are going to keep having adventures.  You are going to keep jumping knowing we will catch you.  You are going to keep making people laugh and fall in love with you.

Because you are amazing. And I am so completely proud to be your Mama.  I love you my Lukey-duper.  My Chuck Taylor.  My boy.  My three year old boy.