THREE!

Eli turned three!!!

I remember like yesterday bringing him home from the hospital. Exhausted but wanting to stare at my perfect, sweet, brand new baby instead of sleep. It was the feeling of getting the very best present. I remember nodding off to sleep and then sitting up to get one last look at my sleeping baby. Of course I eventually did sleep... in short, 2-3 hour increments because that's how Eli rolled. I remember that stage of Eli as a tiny immobile baby like a flash. A sweet flash of time that I'll hold onto and savor, of course. But most of what I have in my memory bank starts on October 1, 2012 when our little man wobbled onto his very own two legs and took off. Oh the sharp, high pitched, Eli giggles that emerged when he took his own steps. He was proud. And much like that almost one year old he now gets most excited when he's jumping high, climbing something that requires agility, running fast after other kids, banging his drums, and so forth. Yet even though we can hardly find the baby in him these days as he's grown into little boyhood, he still loves a good cuddle just like when he was tiny. He's a mama's boy. He'll go climbing or playing with his daddy anytime. He wants his baby brother to "pway" (play), as he points his finger on the floor next to him. Our baby boy might be three, but he's always and forever our firstborn. How grateful we are for the gift he's been to our lives for three years. We can't wait for all the adventures to come...

Happy birthday to our boy!