I have this son. He is the light of my soul and the spark in my eye.

I have this son. He is the youngest of four children and has extra special needs.

I have this son. He has crazy hair, a tow head and a rat’s nest to boot.

I have this son. He walks a bit unevenly and much prefers running after laughing siblings.

I have this son. He started big boy school today, all day, and we both survived.

I have this son. He’s learned to stop when I call his name even though he laughs and often doesn’t listen.

I have this son. He has called me Mama since he was just ten months and it still never fails to warm my heart.

I have this son. He has been trying to talk so very much lately and can sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star almost perfectly, not the words, but the tune.

I have this son. He is the gift, the blessing, the key to the heart of a family that was incomplete before his arrival.

I have this son. He’s the boy of few words who has made the world more lovely in his short life than I have in my own 41 years.

I have this son. He turned three years old today and he is the boy that has made my mother heart come full circle.

Happy third birthday, my Amos!