My Last Baby is One

Happy Birthday my littlest boy. You turn one today. Before you joined our family, I worried you would lack for attention as the third child. But now, that fear just seems ridiculous. You are the center of our family. Your grin, your giggle, your infectious howls of excitement bring joy to not only your mom and dad, but your big brothers too. Your brothers compete over who can make you smile more, who you hug more and who you want to play with more. You are fawned over, hugged and cuddled to death, you are loved. So very loved.

You have the sweetest disposition. You love to give hugs. You wrap your arms around a person, squeeze them tight and yell "aaaahhhhhh." You love to laugh and run. You believe you can keep up with your brothers, regardless of age. You have learned to tackle and chase, crumble forts and throw a ball.

You are so very stubborn. You have an amazing streak of independence. You like to do things your way.

You are the first of my boys to be as equally a mommy's boy as a daddy's boy. Your love for your daddy is fierce. You squeal with delight the minute he walks into a room, toddling as quickly as your legs will carry you to jump in your daddy's arms.

You love to dance. At the littlest sound of music, you will start to bust a move, giggling and grinning as you shake yourself back and forth.

You are such a joy my little one. You are a gift to us. I thank God for you each and every day.