Happy Birthday to my Best Boy Ever Seen

It was this boy's birthday yesterday...

I don't know how the bleep it happened, but my baby is now 3...this makes me really happy and really sad all at once.I don't want him to grow up...I mean I do, but I don't.
When I found out I was pregnant with a boy, I admittedly had a little freak out...I always thought I was meant to have girls...boys are crazy...boys are dangerous...you can't put bows in boys' hair.
BUT....
What I didn't realize at the time is how perfectly and immensely lovable boys are...they're giant mushy balls of adorable joy...and yes, they are crazy but they bring moments of laughter and happiness that I can't really yet totally comprehend...they make life a constant hilarious celebration.
So on my Malcolm's 3rd birthday, I want him to know that mommy loves him more than words can possibly or justly explain...how silly was I to think anything but complete euphoria when I first heard the words , 'you're having a boy'- I know now how perfect a phrase that was.
Happy Birthday to my sweet sweet 'best boy ever seen'- you're perfectly stubborn, determined, sensitive, quirky, fiesty, and hilarious...you remind me so much of myself, in so many ways...seeing your view of the world so closely echo mine is a true gift and I think the stars for it.I couldn't imagine a single second without you...well except when you're at school for 3 hours every few days...that's good;)

Happy Monday all...and PS, if you didn't get a chance yesterday, make sure you scroll down and see Nicole's Style in Seven...amaze.And if you really have some extra time on your hands, hop over and visit my post on her blog...a little gay Paris action.
xo