He's three! I can still clearly remember the day I found out I was pregnant. What joy and hope I had for this little baby. Then when we found out it was for sure a boy. The day he came into my life has changed me for the better. I am the luckiest mom ever. He is so sweet, and full of life. He loves me and I know it. He tries so hard to be a good boy. He looks up and frequently copies his dads every move. He takes such good care of his little sister, she absolutely adores him. He loves to play and play hard. He loves his family. He loves nursery and his friends. He LOVES chicken nuggets and french fries. He is my happiness in this trial of moving. I know that he will be there in this new strange scary place and it makes it all OK. I'm so scared to take him away from his family, the people he loves and adores and looks to for guidance. Yet I'm so excited for the person he will become because of this experience. For the people we all will become. For the chance to be a better mom because we don't have family to fall back on. I hope that I am able to be strong for him. His little world is about to be turned upside down. At least we will still have dancing and McDonalds. I love him I never imagined I could ever love someone as much as I love him. I am so grateful he chose to come to our family and be my son. Here is to the best 3 year old and our grand adventure! Love you little man!
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He has some wicked awesome moves. You had better keep your eye on him.
Good luck with moving. When we moved away from family it was hard but the best decision we ever made.
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