Birthday Boy

At bedtime, tonight, we each gave Corbin an extra kiss goodnight.

When this guy awakes, tomorrow morning, he will be a big three year old. 
THREE! 

There's nothing we can do to stop the clock,

but I'm ok with that.  With every day that passes, he gives us another reason to be totally in love with him.  I love his little mouth, his pointy teeth and his stinky feet.  I love his heart shaped belly button. I love the way he emphasizes the R's at the end of words, like "tig-ORs", "wat-OR", "yog-ORt", "tract-OR" and "caRs".  I love that he could probably climb out of his crib and be out of his bedroom in 5 seconds flat, but has never even tried.  I love that he wants to play 24 hours a day and makes every mealtime an adventure. I love the way he loves his sisters.  I love that every night, he prays for "horsies, rubbies, blankies, kasey, rocks, dirt, yuckies, animals, sticks, gwamma" and most recently, "my balloon that went night night up to the sky". I love his kisses. I love the way he drags out his, "ooooooh-kaaaaaay" when he finally concedes to obedience.  I love that if the hose is on, he knows it, finds it, and soaks everyone in the yard with water and a mischevious smile.  I love how easily calmed he is by Reese's presence. I love that he sleeps with like 10 blankets.  I love how he lines up his toys and carries his backpack everywhere.  I love how he greets total strangers in the store with, "Hey guys! Wook at my car, guys!" and I sort of love that he kicked the old lady at the library who pinched his cheek.  I love that he is exactly how imagined Aaron was as a child.  I love his chocolate eyes.  I love his crocodile tears and sticky fingers.  I love the tiny mole on the inside of his pointer finger. I love the way he sings. I love how he kisses owies all better. I love how he asks, "it's good?" every time he offers me plastic food. I love that he talks in his sleep. I love that he runs everywhere he goes.

and I love that he's mine.
Happy Birthday, to our not-so-baby guy. We love you!