Happy Birthday Big Boy. These days that's the only name you're willing to accept.. Big Boy. And how! Last year at this time I couldn't imagine having a boy who could at once be a living tornado moving through the house (and life) at warp speed, wrestling, kicking, rolling, karate chopping and making all the requisite boy noises while on the other hand secretly asking Mama to "holsche me" or to complete the HUG!, KISS!, HIGH FIVE! ritual every night before bed. You are everything I imagined little boys to be, loud, boisterous, not afraid to get dirty and always ready to burst out into a gun or sword fight. You are all those things but on the occasions that you are quiet and still I can still see the little boy who loves to be cuddled, read to, and praised for being good. At the core you are good. Wonderful actually. And all that goodness shines through fully with that always charming (and mischievous) grin of yours. We are so proud of you Max.
Happy Birthday Maxinator
We love you, from age three until forever.
Mommy and Daddy
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