(Poor Miller fell at school on Friday and scraped up his nose)
Dear Miller,
Three years ago today you made your speedy entrance into our lives. I can't say that you approach everything at lightning speed, although you sure can run fast. You tend to proceed with caution especially when trying something new, which does not bother me one bit. You are a little shy when you are in a crowd or around people you do not know. Eventhough, I like to think you are a mama's boy you sure do love your daddy too. You are his right hand man in the yard or on the lawnmower. You are always right there if we need help with anything.
You are very much into anything related to cars, fire engines, trucks of all kinds, and motorcycles. You love to play ball and couldn't wait to turn 3 so you can play soccer just like your big sis. You have sprouted up like a weed. People always comment on how tall you are for your age.
You have such a warm and tender heart. I can't get enough of your hugs and kisses. I truly can't remember life without you in it. You are and always will be my baby. I feel so blessed to have you in my life.
Dear Miller,
Three years ago today you made your speedy entrance into our lives. I can't say that you approach everything at lightning speed, although you sure can run fast. You tend to proceed with caution especially when trying something new, which does not bother me one bit. You are a little shy when you are in a crowd or around people you do not know. Eventhough, I like to think you are a mama's boy you sure do love your daddy too. You are his right hand man in the yard or on the lawnmower. You are always right there if we need help with anything.
You are very much into anything related to cars, fire engines, trucks of all kinds, and motorcycles. You love to play ball and couldn't wait to turn 3 so you can play soccer just like your big sis. You have sprouted up like a weed. People always comment on how tall you are for your age.
You have such a warm and tender heart. I can't get enough of your hugs and kisses. I truly can't remember life without you in it. You are and always will be my baby. I feel so blessed to have you in my life.
Happy Birthday Little Man.
Love,
Mom
12 comments:
A very happy birthday to Miller! He looks like such a sweet little guy, too. Sorry to see him all scuffed up...but that does happen, doesn't it?
Happy Birthday Miller! Sorry about the scuffed up nose, that had to hurt.
Oh poor lil punkin!
He sounds a lot like my lil guy...
Happy Happy B-day Miller!!
Hope all your wishes come true~
:)
Such a good scrap on the nose, bummer right before his birthday.
You'll always remember which birthday this one was! I hope it is a very happy year for you, Miller! (With less scraped noses!)
happy, happy birthday, Mr. Miller! Three is such a fun age, and he sounds like such a sweetie. But that nose? Yee-ouch!
I love the nickname Millerman! But that little nose....I just want to hold him! Is that Harper holding his head for you to take his picture? LOL! Happy Birthday Millerman!
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Happy Birthday to your little guy! Too bad about the scrape on his nose--that's a doozy!
love the nose....i know that sounds terrible, but there's nothing like a "true" childhood photo with a minor injury. hope he had a great bday!
That nose is just further proof that Mr Miller is all boy. Happy (belated) birthday to him!
So sorry about Miller nose. He looks super happy in the bottom photo. What a sweet letter. Tell him Happy Birthday.
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