Dear Lincoln,

Your birthday was actually two weeks ago. I’m just a little slow in updating. Happy Birthday, son!  You are now three. I definitely feel like from 2-3 you’ve grown a lot. You can carry on conversations, pretend play, sing songs, dance, and speak to me like a teenager.

Right now, you’re going through a very bad bout of diarrhea. It’s been five days and I see no end in sight. I asked you if your stomach still hurts and you said, “it almost doesn’t hurt anymore.” I find that amazing. It means that you’re able to compare the pain that you had from the beginning of your sickness, to now, the tail end of your sickness (at least I hope it’s the tail end).

Your personality is also coming out. You are a lot more sensitive than Carver. You have big emotions. I hope you don’t think that it’s a bad thing. It’s a good thing. You’re nice and kind and you’re able to feel a lot of empathy. There are many adults in this world that can’t even feel the type of empathy that you have. It’s a gift, so own it and embrace it. You have very high EQ.

I remember the day of your birthday party when you saw the dinosaur cake and everybody started singing happy birthday to you. You were genuinely happy, but not just happy, you were also appreciative of all the love.  I love that about you. But your big emotions also means you require a lot of attention. We’re still working on that one.

In the meantime, I’m looking forward to your growth. It is so fast…. like a blink of an eye.

I love you,

Mom.