James won't be able to read this today, but I'm going to write it anyway.
Son, you're three years old today. Sweet Baby James has come and gone and now you're a full-fledged little boy. I love it when you make silly faces and tell me jokes to make me laugh. I love it when you bring toys to Michelle when she's upset and gently touch her cheeks to soothe her. I love it when your little voice tells me you love me and then you give me a hug, then a bigger hug and then the biggest hug in the whole world. I love it when you sing me songs, read me stories about the Bear in the Big Blue House and tell me about your day. I love listening in on your your elaborate games involving trucks, dinosaurs and teddy bears. I love seeing you happy, I love hearing you laugh and I couldn't be more proud.
I love you James. I hope you have a great third birthday. You're perfect.
