I have a beautiful, birthday tribute that I wrote for my son, Cooper, that turned three last week.  I will post it later when I get the pictures from his party (this past Saturday) loaded.  I just had to journal what I am feeling right now.

My little baby boy, once only 5 pounds, is in the other room right now-playing with Rescue Heroes! He is shooting handcuffs across the room, making up scenarios, and being the "good guy" that saves the day. I, on the other hand, am sitting in my room in tears!!!  Where has the time gone?  My little boy is a big boy overnight.  He was out yesterday playing with his giant Tonka Dump truck (that he got for his birthday) and as I watched him, I felt this same emotion.  Don't completely misunderstand me. I am happy he is getting bigger and that we will start to see a change in his asthma symptoms, etc. I just can't believe that my boy is such a  big boy. I always knew that I would one day have a floor covered with plastic men and battle scenes, I just didn't expect it to be so soon and to catch me SO off my guard.  His legs even LOOKED a foot longer yesterday.

Oh well, here we go.  I better get a new copy of my vision forum catalog, so that we can start saving up for swords and shields that he can defend the castle with.