Rhett… Today you are turning three. Three is such a big number. You are such a big boy. Three makes sense for the way you are. Three doesn’t make sense for the way I am. You are bright-eyed and eager. You are involved, engaged and participating. You are simultaneously an independent force and a dependent mass. You run. You jump. You climb. You dream. You talk. And talk. And talk. You are sweet and silly. You are a magnet for hugs. You are a giggle machine. You are an entertainer. A watcher. A thinker. An artist. Just watching you makes my heart tighten. You are ready for three. I am not. I can’t hold you back. I wouldn’t hold you back because three is big for you. Three is big for me too. Three is the end of an era. Three ends baby. Forever. Goodbye sweet baby. Hello big boy… Happy Birthday Rhett. I love you!



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  1. It’s hard to let go of baby, isn’t it?! That’s probably why my “baby” slept with his pacie til (shhh don’t tell anyone) FOUR. I was in total denial.

    Happy Birthday to Rhett!

  2. And yet *you* never get a day older! It’s remarkable really.

    Happy birthday little man. Soon you’ll be picking out mommy’s nursing home.

  3. Awwwww!! Happy Birthday Rhett!
    Those pictures are just more precious than words.

    Happy BIRTH-day to you Momma!!

    So sweet.