Three years ago today…It was about 5am–9 days BEFORE you were scheduled for an early c-section. I felt different, so I stood up–and low and behold–you and my body informed me it was in fact time for you to come.
You entered the world on your own terms, fought issues like a prize fighter and got to come home when you were 7 days old.
We have literally NOT STOPPED since you entered our lives.
You are smart, funny, fiercely loyal. You are perfectly ok with independent play–or group play. You decided to not talk until you were over two years old, but once you started, well…you haven’t stopped.
You are my best buddy and give the best snuggles and sloppy kisses.
You are obsessed with technology, purses and glasses. OBSESSED. You have a “gank-et” that you must have nearly everywhere (translation: blanket).
You are so much fun to watch learning this world and where you fit into it. I hope you always keep this free, fun-loving spirit. It is inspiration for the rest of us that have a tendency to take life a little too seriously. You live and love in the moment, and that’s the way we should all be. You remind us of that.
You are the light in my mind, body and soul and you drive me to be the best version of myself.
I love you more than anything and I look forward to watching you grow into a strong, handsome man. Keep us laughing my sweet boy.
Love you always and forever my Clay-Clay.