Oh, Paxton. You sweet boy.
You have already been through so much in your life.
You have had a harder path than most three year olds,
but you have laughed every second of the way.
I hope you never lose that wonderful sense of humor.
You can be so hilarious.
Even as I sit here typing I can hear you laughing.
Your laugh always makes me laugh too.
You have some pretty sweet dance moves.
When you hear a good song, it's like you can't help but dance.
I'm pretty sure you are the coolest kid around.
Even when you start to think your Mom isn't cool-- you will still be cool to me.
You are good at wrestling Dada, rolling pizza dough, eating queso, and playing angry birds.
Well, you aren't that great at angry birds, but it's funny watching you play.
You love to say, "Good job Bud, Woooo!"
....to yourself :)
I keep finding you in my closet trying to get my winter boots,
because you think they are "Woody" boots.
You also try to wear Maebry's sun hat, because Woody wears a hat.
You are growing up so fast.
I try to take in every moment we are together so I will have the memories.
You are my best friend.
I hope we will always be besties.
And I'm sad for the day when you don't want to be a dinosaur.
Please stop growing.
Love,
Your Mom
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