To my dear son Josiah on your 3rd birthday,
2 was the year of matchbox cars, train underwear, and The Little Engine that Could book.
When you were 2 you regularly asked me Can I play? and Can I pray? – both phrases sounding exactly the same.
You prayed thank you for all of your family members by name and then thank you for the trees.
When you were 2 you longed to go outside and “go somewhere.” I think you would have left with the milkman to get out of the house if I would let you.
When you were 2 you spent most of your time pretending to be a kitty, a turtle, or a lion.
When you were 2 you decided pickles were the greatest food there is.
When you were 2 you flashed your magical grin and melted me ever time. No seriously… every time.
But today, Josiah, you are 3, and so begins a new year of adventures and moments to cherish for a lifetime. Happy birthday, my little son.
Love always,
Momma
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