Three years ago...

Three years ago I first met you.  I cannot hardly imagine life before you.  I do remember talking to my sister (your mom) on the phone many days and nights prior to your arrival, as normal.  We discussed you and what all we could expect.  What I didn't expect was the lack of availability I would have to speak to your mom via phone calls after you were born.  You really put a halt to all our every-day conversations.  You would inevitably interrupt our conversations with crying, and we ended up hanging up without many goodbyes. 

Last night as I talked to your mom on the phone, on your last evening being two-years-old.

Look on the roof...on the top of our house...on the top...

See the squirrel?  See that creature?

That's a squirrel.  That's what Roxy was barking at.

I think it's going to jump into the tree!

This was exactly how she answered my phone call.  I love hearing your little voice on the other end of the phone.  You are always full of excitement and stories and chitter chatter. 

You're more than I imagined when your mom and I used to talk on the phone for hours.  I never could have imagined the love I feel for you.  I am always excited to see you or talk to you on the phone -- that is when you decide you feel like talking.

"What would you like Aunt Kristi to get you for your birthday?

"No, my dad is going to give me a Duck Hunting birthday party!"

"Okay..."

You're you, and that's everything that's perfect about you. 

Happy Birthday, Nephew.  You mean more to me than you'll ever know.