Gray, you are 3
I cry daily at the simple moments you bring magic to.
Your table has become a coffee shop where you have me sit, and deliver my Magnolia Journal to me to read, while you go make me the most incredibly delightful coffee drinks that I have ever had.
You bake me fresh muffins in the kitchen of your coffee shop, which happens to be on a farm, where you milk the cows yourself to make the drinks, and bake the muffins.
You are the definition of magic, and your imagination takes my breath away.
I have heard a lot about 3, but somehow people find a way to leave out the pure beauty and joy that comes with it. The imagination that I could only dream to have a sliver of. The passion and personality that you have so willingly invited us in to be a part of.
Being able to experience Gray’s world is a place that I never want to leave.
I don’t know how it is possible to love you more each day, but then a new day comes and suddenly I am blown away all over again.
You talk about going to get our Christmas tree daily, and I know this holiday season with you being 3, is going to be the best one yet!
Thank you Jesus for allowing me the gift of being Gray’s mama. Thank you Gray for your friendship, passion, imagination, love, and always being YOU.
I am the richest person in the world.
Also – Gray has been 3 for awhile, this is not a birthday post. I just think 3 is magical and should be celebrated!
