Noah is turning Three....in just a few hours. It is sorta killing me. He has been my baby. I have been so sad for him to grow up. He has been my little joy, my best friend, my source of laughter. And, here he goes, growing up.
One of the things that has hit me lately, is that he actually looks like me. It wasn't until one of my friends said he was a carbon copy of me, that I started to notice. Then, whenever he pulled a certain face...I saw my own (from this picture). Now, whenever he laughs and is silly...I can see myself.
When I brought this photo downstairs to show Bj...the kids were so confused. Did I photoshop hair onto Noah? Why did Noah have curly hair.
I feel validated. Thanks cute kids.
Happy Birthday my little man. I love your guts more than you can possibly imagine. I thank Heavenly Father every single day for the blessings you have brought me. You fill my cup to overflowing, every single second. Even when you spread lip gloss all over your face (yep, you did that today), all I see is adorableness. I love you, and your glittery face!