Today you turn 3, our bright-eyed bushy-tailed little boy. You are willing to go along with everyone else's idea for adventure and have the bruises on your shins that never go away to prove it. In fact, you always look grubby, despite two baths a day. You play so hard that you instantly obey when I call, "Charlie! Time for milk and bed." You are my early riser, rubbing your eyes and sleepily saying, sometimes at 6am, "Good orning Mommy. Milk ease." You will never have osteoporosis with your habit of gulping down two sippycups full of milk before anyone else gets to the table at each meal. I refuse to cut your silky blond hair because I know that it will turn brown soon enough. I love seeing you walk around with your finger stuck in your belly button - a security blanket that can never be lost, but does need to be washed.
You are loved Charlie by so many people and charm them all. God bless you and may you always strive to know, love, and serve God in this world and be happy with him forever in the next.love,