3 years

Hey bitty boy, Today is your third birthday. Gosh, three. What a big boy. I look at the three year olds playing on the playground some mornings when I take baby brother to daycare. I can't imagine that being you. I want to know three year old you. Insert break...today is now December 16. 10 days after your third birthday. I sat down to write your birthday post on the night of your birthday and couldn't find the words to say. I'm still not sure I have them. What do I write? I don't have anything new to say. It's the same old I miss you, I love you, I wish you were here. I guess that's all that is really left to say anymore. That's one of the saddest parts. I'll always have something new to love about little Thomas, something new to say about him on each birthday that passes. You, little love, will forever remain a newborn baby who I never really got to know. I know who you might have been through your baby brother. I know you had his drive and strong will or we wouldn't have had those 13 beautiful days with you. Happy happy happy birthday, beautiful boy. I miss you more with every breath I take.