I love you so very much.
I can't believe today is your party and how old you have become.
Where is my baby?
I am secretly thankful you still suck your thumb, because it kind of keeps you a baby, though I have no idea how I'll get you to stop.
Because I love you I bought completely over-priced diego partyware even though you hardly watch the show and dollar tree has cheaper stuff.
But you are the last child and I figured why not?
I was dreaming that you would be potty trained by your actual birthday in a couple of days, but alas, that was not to be.
I love your laugh - your jokes and the way you always want me to hug you.
The only child that actually looks like me- you give me great joy.
Enjoy your day and please, please use the potty!