T turns three today. Quite frankly, I've been sitting here, staring at the blinking cursor for some time now, trying to come up with something to say about it. It's hard.
Not, because, you know, I have nothing to say, but rather, that everything I attempted to write sounded like the verbal equivalent of a Thomas Kincade painting. There's truth to all the cliches, and trying to find the right words without them sounding trite and hackneyed was proving to be quite the challenge. I then remembered this post, and went back and reread it. Honestly? It's one of my favorite things I've written to date, and says everything, EVERYTHING I'm feeling about my sweet (and sometimes tough) little boy growing a year older.
Happy birthday, buddy.