Happy birthday Van!
Our baby is three years old! I can't believe how much Van has grown up since we've moved to Tempe. The other night I was feeling sad about my boys growing old so I pretended that they were babies again. I swaddled them up in a blanket and rocked them one at a time in my arms singing "I am a child of God" and "you are my sunshine". They thought it was the funniest thing and I was in heaven cradling them and staring into their smiling eyes. I felt like the mom in the book I'll love you forever. Although it's tough leaving the precious baby years behind, it's fun to watch Van grow into a sweet preschooler. He is so easy to please and loves to make others happy. At least once a day he'll randomly walk up to me or Isaac, wrap his tiny arms around our legs and say " I wuv you too." He has the best laugh ever and one night he got my giggles going giving me a raspberry kiss on the lips and calling it a poo kiss. Will loves to do silly thin...