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Happy Birthday Chars!


2 years and 1 day later, I had another one. Another sweet, baby boy. And while I was holding him, fresh from the heavens, I could tell he was going to be trouble. He was wide eyed, with a puckered lip. And I just knew.

And in his 3 years of life, he has been just that. The one who empties every cabinet, dumps all the toys out just for the sake of making a mess, who finds the one muddy rain puddle and splashes in it while wearing his church shoes (church clothes for that matter, and the muddy puddle is usually found in the parking lot on the way into church), the one who smears his greasy chicken nuggets + ranch remnants from his hands and face, all over my furniture.

But he is also my sweetheart. The one who says "I love you" spontaneously. The one who wants a kiss and a hug- 5 times before he goes to bed. The one who rubs my cheek, and wants to snuggle. And he's also the one who laughs at everything. EVERYTHING!

Happy Birthday! I love you, Chars. Very, very, very much!

Comments

NEVA said…
Happy Birthday my sweet little Chars, I love you, love you, love you too.
Anonymous said…
What a lucky little boy for having a mom that puts up with all his boyish ways!
How fun to have a 'naughty' little boy. Just like my 'saucy' Elyse. (When she's being cute and funny she's sassy, but when she's naughty I call her my saucy one!)
Laura said…
It made me smile when you mentioned how much trouble Charlie had gotten into your nerves! There are many reasons for having him and my own sons, too.

Enjoy every moment with him.

Happy Birthday, Charlie!
kelly, grant, cate said…
we love max and "char chars". happy birthday boys!!!!!!

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