You are one.
You are smiles.
You are snuggles.
You are everywhere.
You are light. Your older sisters are wind and water, but you are light. Your smile lights up a room and everybody gravitates to you. We can’t help ourselves but to love you.
You eat just about anything. Well, except blueberries. You’ll drink the milk cold, unless it’s first thing in the morning or the last drink of the night; then it has to be just a little warm.
You like Octonauts, Jake and the Neverland Pirates, and Chuggington, but don’t really care either way; you are (by far) the most laid back of the three.
You’re just as happy with a lego pad that is kind of the same shape as my phone as the phone itself (I know that won’t last much longer) and “no, no, no” seems to be your favorite thing to articulate at this moment (probably because you hear it 2300 times a night).
I love you, little boy. You make our little family absolutely complete. You are one. You are mine.