When Dad calls you "David" you say, "Dad, don't call me David call me buddy." But you like me to call you Davy. And when I say, "There's my sweet boy." " You say, "You're my sweet Momma".
Last night I stood in your room and watched you sleep for a long time. You're getting so big, I can't believe you're already three.
This morning I sang Happy Birthday to you really quietly while I stood holding you in the kitchen making breakfast. You laid your head on my shoulder and listened so carefully.
I love you so much son.
Happy Birthday.
Love, Mom
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