Happy Birthday, Little Boy...

My little Tomma,
It is completely hard for me to believe that you are already three. In other ways, it feels like you have always been a part of this family.
You love Spiderman, preschool, cars, "fruit snackies," Phillip, Luke and J at school, your sister, early mornings with just the two of us, and wrestling with dad.
You don't enjoy shoes that don't fit you perfectly, long pants (always must be rolled to floods), vegetables, swimming too far from the edge, and playing alone.
You have surprised me with your continued kindness and patience with a crazy family, loud and emotional sister, and your annoying dog who eats your waffles regularly.
You share, listen well, worry when others are sad, and have a great love of books, songs and practicing tricky moves.
Lately, in the mornings, we have been known to wake up to such sayings from you as, "Daddy...I want to hug you!" or "Mom! I want to say Good Morning!"
You roll with the punches, give hugs 100 times a day, and genuinely love your life and all it's details.
We are so lucky to have you in our family.
The little boy I never knew I would have (I always thought it would be girls).
The little boy who came into this world on a busy St. Patrick's Day night, with the nurses laughing about your future birthdays, filled with green celebrations.
The little boy who I am such buddies with and who I love more than anything on earth.
Happy Birthday, Tommy!