We were living in our new home. Adjusting. At three you were learning. Learning how to manage your thoughts and feelings. Learning how to communicate on a whole new level. Learning how to be a big brother.
At three you loved playing outside, turning anything into a weapon and talking. At three you were talking allll the time. You wanted to be heard, your questions to be answered. You felt that you were one of the adults and you had something to contribute to every conversation. While a bit frustrating at times, it was an endearing part of you and a peek at who you would be some day.
When you turned three we celebrated in our home with friends, cupcakes and mud in the backyard. And then with family and a carrot cake that you helped mommy make.
Asher, you continue to challenge us in ways we have never known. While we're supposed to be teaching you, you are actually teaching us. Every single day. You are precious to all those who know you and we cannot wait to see the man you become someday.
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