To quote his godmama Sandy, "We can't believe he is three already - what the heck?"
Exactly. What the heck? How have three years passed already? How have we gone from Joe being a teeny weeny baby to this big guy who reads stories, sings songs, dances crazy dances, and plays trains, plays trains, plays trains?
Sometimes I look - well, stare - at him and try to comprehend that this is our son. That, when I was younger, I always thought I would have children and, now, this is him right in front of me. This is the son I couldn't really, truly have done justice in imagining. He's one part David and one part Gillian and a million parts Joe... which is to say he's a million parts incredible.
Ah, Jojo, we love you so much. Happy Birthday.
2 comments:
I'm on the 'what the heck' train as well ... "seriously -- he's THREE?" Goodness our lives have shifted gears these last few years. Wouldn't trade it for anything.
Mr. Joe -- I hope you have an amazing day celebrating your awesomeness ... and save the mourning for the end of 'birthday season' for later!!
Birthday hugs ... or at the very least high fives ... from the Klaassens!
Love the picture, love the little man in it most. Thanks for the airtime on your blog:)
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