Another years has flown by us and now you are 3-years-old. You are 3 and you are incredible.
You love to talk to me. In fact, if you and talking and think I am not listening, you will yell MOM until I acknowledge you. Sometimes this is adorable and sometimes I am on the phone and it drives me nuts. Either way, as long as you get my attention you are satisfied.
You are starting to learn how to use the bathroom which is both a blessing and a curse. You do really well for the daycare and for everyone else but when it comes to your Dad and me, you’d rather pee on the floor. You have big boy Spiderman underwear which made me cry the first time you had them on-you looked so big! And now, when you have an accident, you tell me that you have made Spiderman cry. Let me tell you kid, that has been one sad superhero as of late. But you are trying and I feel like you are getting a little better every day.
You love to boss around Freya. You tell her to “Come here!” or “Go away!” or “Get up!” at any chance you get. You will grab her by the collar and drag her up the stairs and back down again. And she is such a good dog and puts up with you without any fight.
You love to color and paint. Hardly a day goes by that you aren’t bringing something home from daycare that you drew. And at home you will color on any paper that you can get your hands on, which is sometimes not so good. But I love how creative you are and I have to force myself not to keep every single paper you scribble on.
You love to play by yourself. You will inform your Dad and me that you are going to your room and you will spend an hour in there playing with your toys. I cannot always figure out what you are saying but you must have quite the imagination. We will watch you play and make up stories and just be amazed at how creative you are. I love that you have such an active imagination.
This year we have also started taking you to the library to pick out books for bedtime. You love going to the library and will randomly grab books off the shelves until I have so many books that I can hardly carry them. When we tell you that we have enough books for one visit and that you can’t pick out anymore, you cry and make a very loud scene. Yes, it is sort of embarrassing but I also love that you enjoy books and reading so much. And you had better believe that we read at least one book almost every single night. It is honestly my favorite part of the night because after your Dad or I have finished the book you look at us and say, “Can I read it?” How can we say no to that? So we hand you the book and you quietly turn the pages studying each one and sometimes commenting on the pictures. I sincerely hope that this early love of reading continues throughout your whole life. 
Sports have also become very exciting to you. You love basketball and more importantly, you love the Utah Jazz. During this past year we took you down to a Fan Night at the ESA where the introduced the new Jazz players. You got to give Jeremy Evans a high-five which is awesome because he became the 2011-2012 Slam Dunk Champion. You were more excited about the bucket of popcorn you got to eat.
You also watched the Summer Olympics with us this past summer. You enjoyed the basketball, the equestrian events, and the running. But more than all of those, you loved anything to do with the water. Swimming, water polo, and diving. Oh the diving! You were crazy for diving. You would sit yourself down and watch an entire diving competition without a peep. And when the Olympics were over and you asked if you could watch the swimming and we told you the games were over…you cried. I hope that your love of sports is another thing that continues because I enjoy them too.
Gabe, more than anything, I love you. Daddy loves you. Sister loves you. And so does everyone else. Your Grandparents, your aunts, your uncles, and your cousins. We all love you. I blog because I want you to be able to go back some day and read about our adventures. I want you to see all the things we did as a family and laugh over the funny stories. But mostly Gabe, I want you to always know that you are loved. You have always been loved-right from the very start.
You make me a better person. You have given me a better life. I am blessed to have such an amazing son. And last night, after I put you to bed, I laid on the floor outside your bedroom door and just listened to you sing “Happy Birthday to Gabe” and “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” When I finally picked myself up and went to bed, I cried because the love I felt in that moment overwhelmed me.
You are the best part of my day every day. You make me laugh more than anyone else. If I am sad you give me hugs. If you are being naughty and I get upset, you snuggle my arm and give me a kiss before you go to time out. You smile at me when you wake up in the morning. And you tell me that I am your best friend.
I love you Gabe. Thank you for being my Baby Boy. Happy 3rd Birthday.
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