My Favorite Three-Year-Old in the World

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I've been wanting to write all about you for a while Jax. I've been wanting to carry around a notebook and write down all the cute, funny, and smart things you say and do so I will never forget. I have needed like two hours to just sit down and think about you and rack my brain to remember everything. Everything you have said in the last week, the last day even- that made me smile or laugh or run over and kiss you. Where do I even start. Sometimes you make us turn to each other and say did you just hear what he said? You remember things I can't believe you remember. You share! You are the best sharer. If someone is sad because you have something they want, you walk over and give it to them, every time. You love books. You love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and smoothies. You love to do stuff on your own. You pull chairs to our fridge to stand on for milk. You love to sing. The chorister in Primary tells me that you have a special musical gift- she says she can tell. You always sing on key. I think you got that from dad's side or uncle Chad. You say the sweetest prayers. You pray for Chad in Brazil ("him up there and us down here") and for your grandma and grandpas. You love being a big brother. You cry when Jonah has to take a nap because you want him to stay up and play with you. You ask me questions all day. You love to make cookies. You say "sorry," "oh, cuse me," and "thank you." You say "dats okay mom?" when you spill milk or juice. You love to give us "tree kisses." You love the beach. You love to feed ducks and go on merry-go-rounds. You are friendly and loving to others. There is a little boy at church your age in a wheelchair. You put your hand on his arm and talked to him. Dad and I look at you and wonder how you are ours. You are smart and silly and cute. Everyone comments on your cute freckles and long eyelashes. You are brave. You jump into the water from the side of the pool and swim clear to the middle by yourself. You are understanding. You comprehend and understand more than other kids your age. You are a caretaker and a leader. In nursery, you seem like the oldest kid in there, but you aren't. You ask me every day if I want you to get bigger. You say you want to so you can be like daddy. Dad is your hero. You help him with everything he does. I'm grateful I married your dad because he is such a hard worker and he teaches you. You are independent. You like to do things on your own. If you don't know how to do something, you like to figure it out. You like to brush your teeth with the "soft" toothpaste- not the "sffify" kind. You love to play soccer and ride your bike and go on walks. You say your car seat hurts your back. You love to take baths and always want to take them "wif Jonah." You call your litter brother Jones. The other day you said "I wiwwy love that Jones." You love Tinkerbell, Toy Story, Frozen, and Tangled. You always want juice or milk in the mornings. The only dinner you will eat a lot of is spaghetti. You love Nursery at church. You always ask us if it's time. Your best friend in nursery is "yuke." Your best friend at home is "Lysia." You are the easiest kid to take on errands. You stay right by me and listen the whole time. When you ask us a question you say, "Ya or no?! Ya or no?!" You crawl in my bed in the mornings and cuddle with me- sometimes for almost an hour. If you are really awake, you stand next to my side of the bed and kiss my hand until I wake up. 

I used to be sad because of how fast you were growing, but every day just gets better with you. Dad and I watch you, and know you are going to be better than both of us when you grow up. I'm so glad you were my first baby. I'm so glad your siblings have you to look to for an example. I'm glad you're naturally caring and considerate of others. I'm glad you are confident and active. I'm glad you love to read and learn. And I'm glad that I'm your momma. I feel lucky every day and hope I am a good enough mom to raise a special boy like you. Love you more than you will ever know, my little Jaxer boy!