It has been a couple of weeks since we wished our little man the happiest of third birthdays.
A couple of weeks for "three" to set in.
A couple of weeks to reflect on a pregnant belly that housed my little one, a long, tedious labor, the elation that infused my entire body the moment I saw my child for the first time and the immediate and unwavering love that washed across me the moment I held him in my arms.
A son...my son..a moment I never knew would happen to me and now, my precious child is three and I am finding my way as a mother with this magic number fresh with independence, wonder and hope for the future.
So, Happy Birthday again sweet Noah and know for all of your days that you are ever so loved!
Big Boy Bed!
Family Tradition of picking out the Christmas Tree!
Time for the Bike!
Still the favorite toy...his train!
Birthday fun at Aquabasilea
Noah saw this cake on the cover of the book and had to have it!