My boy is 3 years old today.
I want you to know that it has been absolutely hilarious for me to introduce Micah to our new neighbors here in our new city. When I would say, "And this is Micah. He's two." I would usually get a response that involved wide eyes, dropped jaws and an exclamation expressing surprise at just how BIG this kid is. And he is, folks. Dude is STACKED.
Oh my Micah John. You are the quintessential middle child. You want what you want when you want it and woe to anyone who gets in your way. You are bull-headed, stubborn, and obstinate.
You are also delightfully charming, affectionate, determined, and friendly. You love your brothers to pieces, as long as they aren't playing with the exact toy you want at the exact moment you want it. You have a smile that can set the world on fire and a dimple on your right cheek that can easily make the most iron of wills bow to your mercy.
You can roll your tongue, just like your Daddy. Honestly, I have no idea how you do this. It's clearly a genetic thing because I can't do it and neither can your big brother. It's just another special thing that you and your Daddy share. You are so much like him, Micah. You are mischievous, but in a way that still makes you endearing. No adventure is too great for you to try.
There are great things in store for you, my darling boy. It won't be long and you will discover you are powerful. You will find that you have strength in you that you don't know how to control and you will need our help to use it. One day you are going to be a leader, that much is clear. You put your mind to something and you GO FOR IT. That trait is going to serve you well, my love. Either that or you're going to become some kind of evil genius who plots world domination only to get foiled by a skinny nerd wearing his underwear on the outside of his tights.
Can't win 'em all, kiddo.
Happy Birthday Micah!!
