Tomorrow is my son's second birthday, and my house will officially be out of babies :) He was born on April Fool's Day (19 hours after my first contraction...) and I think that speaks a lot about him. He is a clown, he is a joker, he is a prankster, and he wears his mommy out! But I love him every minute of every day and I am so proud of the little person he is now, and the promise of the person he is becoming.
Happy birthday, Bubba!
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Rough and tumble
Sweet but wild
You surely are your father's child.
Love for music
Dancing shoes
(You've got some Mommy in there, too!)
Little monkey
Dimple-face
You run (not walk) from place to place.
Independent
Mountain goat
Your tiny voice an angel's note.
Sister's buddy
Daddy's joy
But you are a "momma's boy." :)
Never tired
Never scared
Your mommy was not quite prepared.
For puppy's tails
And icky bugs
(But I sure do love your sticky hugs!)
Handsome rebel
Lady's man
I'll steal your kisses while I still can.
...And hold your hands
And brush the the dirt
Off of your britches, hair, and shirt.
And kiss your boo-boos
And wipe your tears
And cherish these few precious years.
'Cause the first time I heard your heartbeat
I knew our family was complete.
And every day we spend together
Is another day for me to treasure.
Mommy loves you, Stinker!
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