And I can't figure out where the time went.
I can't figure out where all those kisses, hugs, giggles, smiles, and snuggles went. I keep trying to grasp onto the days, but they are speeding by like NASCAR drivers. I am continuously trying to steal extra moments to savor, but the are always running away.
How is it that when you try to memorize a moment, another creeps up too soon?
Chase turns 3 tomorrow. THREE?! How the hell did that happen? It just doesn't seem right. It's not something I'm okay with. This isn't something I signed up for.
This is one of the most awful things about being a parent. Watching the time speed by like a bullet, powerless to stop it. I'm always wishing for a pause button, or at the very least a "slow-the-hell-down" button. If anyone finds it, you be sure to let me know.
My Letter to Chase on his Birthday...
On your birthday, your third birthday, you leave me in awe. You constantly amaze me with your wit, your humor, and your huge heart. I've never met another little boy like you. You are one of a kind. You are a light in the darkness of the world that we desperately need.
You are always wanting to help. You are (almost) always willing to share. You love taking care of others. At three years old, you are more compassionate and giving than most people on the planet. Never let go of that. Never let anyone, including me, dull your light.
Today, we celebrate you. We celebrate the day that you came screaming into our hearts. All 9 pounds, 11.6 ounces of you. We knew you were going to be an amazing little kid from the get go. We knew you would do amazing things from the moment we laid eyes on you. We knew you would be the King of our hearts from day one.
Happy birthday my little man. I hope your birthday is as amazing as you are. I love you, Bug.