This little boy turned 3 today.
3.
3!
He's 3. I can't believe it.
Sometimes you'd think he was 15 the way he talks about the speed of sound, orbits, Harrier Jump Jets, or the way he pretends to chew gum when he's up to bat, puts his finger outside his glove, and taps the base before getting ready for the pitch (in the living room).
He loves Family Home Evening, singing primary songs and conducting the music. He always wants to be a part of the conversation, make people happy, and squeeze his baby brother. He has all his books memorized, so there is no cheating on adding your own words to sentences.
He asked for shrimp scampi for his birthday dinner and had to be persuaded to open his presents before endlessly playing with each one.
He is loving. And he is loved.
He's our Sammy.
