My dearest Hoss,
Today you turn 3. I can’t believe that you have grown up so quickly. You no longer look like my baby. You have grown incredibly tall, often taller than most other kids your age. Your red hair is still shining strong and your blue eyes pierce my heart through your adorable glasses. You don’t have freckles yet, but I anticipate you will soon. Your skin is still soft and pale, just like when you were born; however, sometimes marked with scrapes or bruises from your jumping, climbing, and running.
Not only has your appearance changed, but your personality has developed. While, you are very different than I am, you are also very similar. You are not interested in being the center of attention. You prefer to play alone and away from others. You are not a fan of large groups or a lot of noise. You like to be at home. But, despite all of this, you want to cuddle with Mommy often, but always on your own terms.
I love your imagination; it has blossomed over the past year. You are always talking to your superheroes and other toys. I love to see you talking to your wrestling figures (Batista and Undertaker are your favorites). My favorite conversation you had was when you told one of them to “Say Power Bomb Please.” You like to introduce your toys to each other. “Hi Incredible Hulk! Hi Spiderman!” you will say as the two toys face each other as if they are meeting for the first time.
You love your Daddy more and more each day. The two of you are kindred souls. Your personalities are so similar it almost frightens me. If Daddy loves something so do you. You love for Daddy to do body slams with you before bedtime. If Daddy is using the computer you always climb in his lap and ask to watch Youtube videos of cartoons (most from Daddy’s childhood) or superheroes. You also love to play games on the computer with Daddy.
I love the way you have learned to talk. Although it is not correct, I love when you ask me “Are you hungry?” when you are trying to tell me that you are hungry. I love to hear your sweet voice say “I wuv ewe!” You are always talking about something you have heard on television or from a book. I often am not able to understand you, but every so often I catch bits and pieces and realize just how truly smart you are.
You love music more than anyone I have ever seen. You listen to every song intently and learn the tune and words as quickly as possible. I love listening to you hum the “Indiana Jones” theme song and then tell me you are singing “Inny-anna ‘oh-nes.”
While sometimes I get frustrated with your whining, you are really getting more and more grown up. You got your haircut last week and for the first time you did not fight or shed any tears. I was so proud of what a big boy you have become. Your independence is developing in leaps and bounds. I can’t wait to see how you grow this coming year.
I love you Bubba.