self portraits

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Today Oliver woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Tantrums and whining have been flying all over the house this morning/afternoon. My mood could be better too, but I did get to go have lunch with my hubby so that gave me a small reprieve. 

Days like this are tough. I hate not enjoying my time with my son, but honestly when it's fits and screaming all day - who would enjoy that? Just being honest. 

I'll do a fun post tomorrow. Hope you're day is going breezy!

Oliver Cole

Son,
Birthing you was the most challenging fight that I've ever won. Raising you has tested everything that I thought I knew about myself. You changed me. You forced me to grow and mature. You taught me how to love unconditionally and sometimes beyond that. You turned the light on in my heart the moment I knew I was carrying you in my womb and I would never go back and undo all that we've done together.
You are my firstborn and I can't even describe how funny and original you are. Sometimes your daddy and I just stare blankly at each other in amazement when you say something incredibly smart and humorous. I wasn't sure how you would handle becoming a big brother, but again, you amazed us with your love and compassion for your new little brother-friend. You are passionate, kind, smart, witty, and super stubborn - and I love you exactly that way.
My hope is that you always feel secure in our never ending affection for you. That you always stay true to yourself, even now. And that you follow wherever your passions may take you in this life.

Little one, today you are 3 years old and I feel like I can't claim you as little anymore, but you'll always be my baby.  Now lets party!!

-Your mama                                                

                                               One

                                                    Two

Three!!!