He is three.

Today, my son turns 3.

As every mother throughout history has asked… Where has the time gone?

We had a party on Sunday. Today, Zac and I will spend the day together.

But, for now, a letter to three year old Zac.

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Dear Zackary,

Today you turn three, and there are things I don’t want to forget. You are the sweetest boy, and you bend over backwards to “help” me and your sister. You carry (drag) my bags in from the car. You cater to Lilly’s every whim during imaginary play. You love helping make dinner and set the table. You open and close doors for us as well.
As three approached, you started testing. Testing bedtime. Testing behaviors. Never taking away from your sweet and helpful personality, but you’re realizing that you have choices and you’re practicing to make them on your own.
Bedtime? Bedtime is work. You want me in your room until you fall asleep. The moment you give that deep breath and sigh… and I know you’re down for the night… that is a beautiful moment for me.
You potty trained yourself in about a weekend. Can I just say, thank you for that?
You still suck your thumb and your have your beloved “Ball Blankie.” This blankie will not last another year, as it is falling apart so quickly. These are habits that I know we need to break, but it breaks my heart a little to think of you not needing these things.
You love books. And cars and trucks. Any book about a car or a truck is a serious win. You want to sit on my lap and cuddle with me often. This? I hope this never ever changes.
You love your sister more than anything. You eat well, but distract easily. At times, you get “crazy eyes,” and there is no turning back.
You are my main man, and you are growing so fast. You are quickly turning into everything I hope for you and more.
It goes without saying that I love you more than anything. Happy birthday son.

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