The one who makes me crazy and makes me think. The one who ponders things in such peculiar ways. Says things like, "I don't want to be anywhere. I want to be invisible". Notices that when Bob the Tomato is having a sandwich, it's "food eating food". Tells me, "You're the best, Mom". The one who loves Mater and Transformers and puzzles and helping me cook. The one who has freckles. Loves to count. Has the world's WORST cowlick. Or maybe the best. The one who loves green and nutella and playing games. The one who tipped the scales at 9 pounds. Has his Dad's smile. Fights with his biggest brother. Differentiates between grandparents by the color of their houses. Loves sandboxes and snow forts.
The one we celebrate today. Thank God for the 4 years we've cherished and cuddled and kissed and wrestled and disciplined and tickled and LOVED YOU TO PIECES. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VAN!!!
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