The Sweetest Surprise

My green-eyed boy (or monster, depending on the hour) turns 3 years old today.

In my humble opinion, he warp-sped our family from a little starter family to a full-fledged family.
Although he generally refuses to kiss me these days, he is my sweetest love.
I can't get enough of his cheeks and I try to mug on his perfect face at least once every hour.
Here's to my pretty-pretty-wearing; dinosaur-loving; Cars-officiando; shockingly-perfect-throwing-arm; Daper-Dan little boy.

Here he is yesterday, ready for church, holding his favorite item (he can throw it across the living room and hit Lane square in the chest 80 percent of the time) and watching one of his favorite shows (My Little Pony).

He's been my surprise, joy and delight from the moment he came into my life and I'm so glad he is mine.

So, Happy Birthday, my love. You've added more to my life than you could possibly know.