It was three years ago tomorrow my little guy arrived bringing me as much joy as I had imagined.
It was three years ago tomorrow that my life became more complicated, but in a way that I am thankful for every day.
It was three years ago tomorrow that me time, means us time and for that I am grateful.
Tomorrow my little guy turns three. It doesn't seem that long ago that we drove to the hospital and my little guy was placed into my arms bringing with him daily joy and often worry.
Happy Birthday, little man. Guacamole and a campfire with marshmallows and hot dogs await.