Celebrations are in order...
Tue, May 25, 2010 I am pretty sure if you look up the definition of any of the following words you will find a reference to my son Aaron.
Wild, Opinionated, Affectionate, Unruly, Snuggable, STUBBORN, Charming
My son Aaron believes that the world revolves around him. And of course he should think except couple that train of thought with the fact that he thinks he is turning 16 instead of 3.
My son.
My little trouble maker.
My overabundant supplier of hugs.
He turns three today.
Breathe in and out I tell myself. I cannot believe that he is turning three. Last night I looked back on the post I wrote to Aaron last year and my heart melts. He was just starting to talk. And now he is talking me in circles. His blankie is still his best friend, and Mickey Mouse still steals the show in his book.
If you could sit back and just watch him you would see the magic he creates. Sometimes good magic, sometimes bad magic, and sometimes unbelievable I cannot believe I was so blessed that I am his Mom magic.
I say it all the time, there are a ton of asterisks that parenting books leave out when you are pregnant. Such as:
*Your child will never understand the word No.
*Listening will be optional and is typically done when best suited for your child's needs.
*No matter how much you try your kid will learn the swear words you never wanted them to learn and they will use said swear words at the worst possible time.
But those parenting books also never ever mention the amazing, AMAZING bliss that comes when your child comes running into your arms screaming your name because they need a hug, or missed you, or they were scared.
My little Aaron.
Goodness I could gush until each and everyone of you want to vomit and roll your eyes.
His little face is like an angel.
And his little devilish ways are soo sooo hidden by that angelic face.
But on his birthday I want to gush to him, even if he cannot read. I want to gush, and mush his little face and tell him that I am the luckiest Mom in the whole world.
I am lucky.
Blessed.
And just down right proud to be his Mom.
I love every second of your life, even when you are driving me crazy and wearing me out by mid-morning.
Never stop being so unique and opinionated.
Never stop loving so hard.
And never, ever, EVER lose that light in your eyes that sees everything as a possibility.
I love you Aaron James.
And your piggy pops too.
Reader Comments (5)
Happy birthday Aaron.
(sounds just like my 3 year old)
Awww, happy birthday little man.
Also, good luck with that one mom! ;)
Bring him down to meet the REAL Mickey! PRETTY PLEASE?!
And Happy Birthday!
Ohhh, Happy Birthday Aaron! What a lovely tribute. :) And a gorgeous set of photos. :D
Kim that was so sweet...I know I said it on facebook, but I sure hope Aaron had a magical Birthday! :)
~K