Dear Logan,
Happy 3rd Birthday!
I remember the day you were born like it was just yesterday. The past three years have gone quicker than any other. Perhaps it has something to do with how you keep me so incredibly busy. I don't think I've had the chance to sit since you began to crawl. And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way. As I turn 35 this year, I have you to thank for making me feel young.
Whether you're coloring on the leather interior of our car with a Sharpie marker, dumping a 20 pound bag of dog food onto the garage floor, or being returned to me by a police officer, I love you more and more with each and every new infraction
If I may....just one request?
Go easy on me this year, little man. Age three terrifies me and makes me somewhat weak in the knees. What do you say? No more 911 calls to get you rescued from a locked car. No more fishing in our fish tank. (Although, you are quite the fisherman.)
Do we have a deal? Take your time and think it over.
I love you to the moon and stars and back again!
Love,
Mommy
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