The past three years have changed us so much that it is amazing to us that you will barely remember them. Two was a great year, and it is bittersweet to see it end. You are a crazy, willful, sweet, funny, two year old and we love having you around.
I love that you are such a sweet big brother. You always want to comfort your sister when she is fussing and you are the official "paci patrol".
I love how you wake up and ask for pancakes every morning.
I love that your sense of humor is starting to come out and you love to make corny jokes.
I love that every night you want to pray for Jonah, Gracie, Mommy, Daddy, Don, Nina, Darcy, and Hope in that order.
I love that you always try to make Gracie smile and give her kisses.
I love that you tried to make me a waffle for breakfast the other day, even though you dropped it on the floor before you got it to me.
I love that you are all about Pirates and Superheroes right now. It makes having a little boy really fun.
I love that you are so enthusiastic about helping me clean stuff.
I love that you are so smart! You know all your letters and are already learning some numbers and letter sounds.
I love that when you count, you always skip "14, 15, 16, 17". Maybe you will skip those teenage years as well.
I love that I can instantly get your attention by saying Swimming, Bounce house, or Chocolate.
I love that anything remotely long and skinny shaped immediately becomes a sword in your hand.
I love that we have to shop at Winn Dixie because they are the only grocery store with car buggies and lollipops at the checkout.
I love your crazy hair that does whatever it wants no matter what I do. Especially on Sunday mornings before church.
I love that you will go to great manipulation to get your Daddy to get in the bathtub with you.
I love how you ask if random strangers are bad guys or good guys. Very loudly so they can hear you.
I love how you think you can fight all manner of evil with your plastic baseball bat.
I love that you like catching bugs with your daddy, even when we accidentally leave them out in the rain and they drown.
I love your thirst for knowledge and how you ask "Why?" approximately 567,325 times a day.
I love that you like to get your stool and help me cook.
I love how you draw dinosaurs on everything.
I love how you get out of bed 7 times a night to squeeze out a drop of pee.
I love how you love to listen to Jon in the car, and that you wore out the CD before it was even officially released.
I love how your heart is instantly won over by anyone who will play with you on your level.
I love when you get really frustrated when dogs do things completely innate to them, like taking a tennis ball you were playing with.
I love when you want to play guitar with your daddy.
I love finding you in your room reading to yourself.
I love when you try to sing the ABCs in Spanish.
I love that your favorite bible story is about David hitting that giant with a rock.
I love how you hear everything we say even when we think you're not listening.
I love how you somehow know its a weekend and wake up extra early.
I love your bad boy face.
I love getting to watch you experience things for the first time and seeing your excitement, like when we went hiking, decorated the Christmas tree, and played with fireworks.
I loved seeing you hold your baby sister for the first time.
I love seeing your sweet, kind, loving spirit grow stronger every day. I'm looking forward to seeing all the fun things coming for you as a three year old.
Happy Birthday little goofball. I think you hung the moon every day.