My Dear Sweet Bug,
It is the eve of your third birthday, and I want to take a moment to thank you for the last chapter of my life. If it had a title, it would have something to do with falling in love all over again.
You make me a better person. Really. You have helped me to become more patient and more well rounded. You have taught me about concrete mixer trucks, tow trucks and cranes…you’ve even inspired me to see that Lyla’s fairy wands really can transform into fire hoses, an important lesson for a realist like me.
Watching your little imagination unfold over the last few months has been nothing short of magical. My tantrum throwing 2 year old has become a little sorcerer who can invent all kinds of games (Fix It Man, Ice Cream Truck Man, Tow Truck) with an amazing imagination.
Lyla cried a little tonight when Daddy told her you would wake up as a 3 year old…and I can understand that. I cried a little too. But, mostly, I’m excited about what is ahead of us because I love watching your sweet little self emerge.
I love you, Cade E. Bugg. Thank you for being my little boy.
Happy Birthday.
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