Uncle Jimmy

Dear Sledgehammer,

Sometimes I wish I could stop time. And continually bask in days like today.

As a three year old, you are continually working on adding words to your vocabulary, and come up with some of the funniest things. You still adore me, and continually ask me if one day you can marry me. You are incredibly affectionate, you love receiving hugs, and just today, made it a point to jump off your scooter and plant a quick kiss on my cheek and yell out “I love you, Mom!” multiple times.

We played hard, you scooted around town, and my heart is incredibly full.

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And just because you haven’t stopped talking about our treat today…we’re big Jimmy Fallon fans in our house. You have an Uncle Jamie and used to get Jimmy and Jamie mixed up, so somehow Jimmy Fallon became Uncle Jimmy. (Got that?) Anyway, after collapsing on the grass, and exclaiming, “I’m so tired!” I grabbed two spoons, some ice cream, (The Tonight Dough is amazing!) sat down on our front steps and we dug in. You were squealing with delight over the fact we were eating out of the carton, and suddenly asked: 

L:Where did you get this?
A:Broulims (local grocery store)
L:Uncle Jimmy mailed it to Broulims for us?
A:Yep.
L: Uncle Jimmy is the best!

I never want to forget my TMNT lover, scooter ridin’, uncle jimmy lovin’ three year old little boy.

Love,
             Momma