three

Three years ago today, this little rascal was burrowing and kicking his way out and FAST.

He was fiesty then and fiesty now, and the most precious little blondie I have ever known.

Jer and I have been anxiously awaiting his birthday this year. There is a special {unbreakable} Harry Potter wand we found and have been dying to give him.

I can't help but feel a little ache in my heart whenever a birthday comes. My baby boy is growing up and there is nothing I can do to stop him. His petite little body, his adorable lisp, the cute way he says words, his soft baby hair, his baby teeth, his fits, his snuggle time with me everyday when he wakes up from nap, the way he looks up to his brother, his strong spirit, his boundless energy, his tender heart. I don't want him to grow up. But I know some things will stay the same. Afterall, he is the most stubborn little guy I know.

And I utterly adore him.

One year

Two Years

Three Years


Happy Birthday, Kosty. I love you.