Monday, April 6, 2009

To My Lucas...

Lucas, today you…

Are 3 years, 5 months and 25 days old.

Weight 35 lbs.

Talk about super heroes, ninjas, Jesus, and fast cars.

Love Daddy’s truck – its super loud.

Like to sleep in boxers…only.

Love your friends.

Have almost mastered riding your bike – with no training wheels!

Love PIZZA.

Want to fly to California to see Uncle Chad & Aunt Tree, Buzz Lightyear, and Lightning McQueen.

Have invincible faith in GOD.

Love sleeping with Papaw and Nana.

Like to sing – anything, anywhere at any volume.

Want a baby brother SO bad.

Are convinced that Daddy has super powers.

Love to say, “Let’s book it”, “You got it dude”, and “You won’t like me when I’m angry!”

Love to talk.

Want to preach.

Enjoy animals and dirt.

Think you need to be outside as long as the sun is up.

Are such a boy: a ride in the Jeep, a fishin’ pole and some mud = a great day.

Want your own dog named Bolt.

Call me ‘your bestest sweetest mommy’

Can count to like 35.

Are the best block building and playdoh making buddy ever!

Give the sweetest smiles, warmest hugs and biggest sugars.

Are Amazing
Adorable
Hilarious
Smart
Caring

The best kid in the whole universe.

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