Friday, September 18, 2009

The Sweetest Boy in My Life

My sweet, kind hearted little man is 3. Most days I can't believe it's been 3 years. Some days I know, without a doubt, he is in the throes of toddlerdom.
John and I had no idea what we were doing when Turner arrived. We were squeaky clean, brand new, parents. Looking back, I can say he is probably one of the most easy-going babies I have ever met. He rarely cried and, when he did, he was actually hungry or wet. His first full-blown, on the floor, tanturm didn't occur until very close to the age of two.

I look at him and see an 80 year old man in a 3 year old's body. Turner is gentle and kind-hearted and the warmest spirit. If he is cranky, there is almost always a reason. In fact, it is so out of character that John and I often have to remind ourselves that he is just a three year old. Some days it's hard not to expect perfect behaviour because we see him as years beyond his age.
Just when I don't think I can possibly love him any more, he says "Wow! You look so handsome today." and I fall in love all over again.

I love you, little buddy.