My sweet baby we were blessed with, that I prayed and hoped and longed for turns THREE years old today.

The time has flashed past me in an instant… he was just this little wee babe a day or two ago.

I’m so thankful for my sweet boy who can still melt my heart with his hugs and kisses.

Here’s a look back as how the Wadester has grown up on us…

 

Ironically, we went to Pigeon Forge when Wade was 5 months old too…

Almost every church service, someone tells me how much Davis looks like Wade!

 

 

This mischievous look is so very typical of our Wild Man… He kept us hopping from veeery early on.

At his FIRST birthday party he started putting his cake in his hair!  Then he realized that everyone thought it was funny!

 

 

At two years old he was still my little man who loved mommy to hold him almost as much as he loved to run and climb and jump on everything in sight.

 

 

 

And now our Little Man is the BIG THREE! Even though he was on this kick where he was telling everyone he was turning 5.

I really don’t know why unless it’s because we’re constantly telling him that he can do {fill in the blank} when he gets “bigger.”  Maybe he thinks FIVE is bigger.

I can’t believe we’ve actually survived the Wild Wadester’s first three years.

Perhaps we will survive the next three or so.

 

Maybe.