You Might Be A Redneck

...If your grandpa makes a sled out of an old mattress and pulls you behind the snowmobile. Oh, but its so much fun!

Three!

Dear Micah

I can't believe three years have flown by already. I remember the moment you were born and they said you were a boy. We were surprised and so excited. You were born to be held and cuddled. When you were small, you never left my side. We did everything together, just because you loved being held so much.

Now you are three. I thank God that He has blessed our family with you. Your sweetness and kind heart are evident to everyone who knows you. You are so quick to say I love you and give kisses and hugs. Alexis is your best friend and playmate. I love listening to your dialouge as you play around the house.

You are beginning to learn so much about God and how much He loves you. It brings tears to my eyes when I hear your sweet small voice singing praises to Him in your car seat as we drive. I pray that as you grow, you will continue to seek Him and learn the depth of love He has for you.

You have changed so much this year, and have become Daddy's boy. You love to wrestle and fight with him whenever you get a chance. You want to do everything he does and are a great helper when he's working around the house. Your favorite thing is to tie ropes to objects and we often find Brownie tied up somewhere in the house.

I love you so much Micah, in ways you will never understand until you have a child of your own. You are growing too fast already and I know in a blink you will be bigger than me, but you will always be my little boy.

I wuv you,
Mommy