Palmer James is Three

My sweet blue eyed boy is three.

The one with the biggest heart. An obsession for balloons, trucks and trains. A little boy who will only wear tank tops and worships his papa. He’s the best big brother to “his baby.” His spirit is wild and he marches to the beat of his own drum. I watch him in awe and in fear for his fearlessness and ability to keep up with his older brother.

Palmer James,

I love you kiddo something fierce. Everything about you is non-stop from loves to running to yelling you do everything 110%. I love watching you interact with your brothers and to see this big brave kiddo you’re turning into. Know I love you with my whole heart and I’m so glad you’re mine.

Happy 3rd birthday, bub.