Happy Birthday, Isaiah {You are Three}. Hardly seems real that another year has gone by so quickly. It seems like just yesterday that I wrote a letter to you for your first birthday, Happy Birthday, Isaiah {You are One}, and then another one for your second, Happy Birthday, Isaiah {You are Two}.

But today is the day I write this third birthday letter for you. Today, on May 13, 2018, is the day we’ll celebrate both your birthday and Mother’s Day.

It’s both ironic and fitting that the day would land as one.

Happy Birthday, Isaiah {You are Three}

Dear Isaiah,

You and I have come a long, long ways. 

These last couple months have been some of my favorite with you so far, and some day when you are big enough to understand all the little intricacies of life and love and you, Samarah, Amiya, mama, and daddy, I’ll tell you about it. 

After Samarah, we wanted another baby. We didn’t really specify gender or anything else (except we did kind of request non-Caucasian, intentionally). Deep down, though, I know your daddy wanted a little boy. And truth be told, I did, too. Because I always wanted my own little Isaiah (since 1995). 

On May 13, 2015, you were born. You could not stay with your birth mama, and the plans for you were clearly set. Making your way to us was not in the state’s plans. 

But making your way to us was in God’s hands, and during these past few years I’ve oftentimes wondered “Why?” There was Elisabeth on the outside and ups and down on the inside. 

Here I sit, on your third birthday, and I, very openly, sincerely, and honestly, know why. 

While it’s scary to think that your name goes hand-in-hand with, “….and a child shall lead them,” they are words I have forced myself to come back to time-and-time again. 

You are the child that is teaching me that not everything will come easy in life, but if you give things time and patience, practice and perseverance, all the great things worth having make it all worth it.

At three, you are…..

All boy. All. Boy. Fire trucks, dump trucks, garbage trucks, you name it…..you play with them all day. 

Sometimes all girl. It’s true, for as much true boy as you are, your sister’s influence on you is real. You’ll hold babies with them and stuffed animals, push doll strollers and say, “Awwww…..” while rocking a doll. 

Active. You don’t sit still for 2 seconds. You love to run, jump, ride your bike, and do jump squats with mama. 

A huge fan of Katie’s. You really love Katie. Each night before bed you ask us, “Will Katie be here tomorrow?” We always respond, “Yes, buddy, now it’s time for bed.” 

A singing soul. Since we got you, you’ve always picked up on beats. Now that you can talk, you pick up on words after hearing a song even just once. One of the best nights you and I had during the past month was spending a night together at Grandma Nancy and Grandpa Donny’s house. On the drive out, we had just hit the gravel roads when a song I had not yet heard came on the radio, “I Need a Ride Home” by Carly Pearce. I instantly fell in love with the song, and you did, too. You picked up on words instantly, and when we listen to it now, you know words here and there. I’ll forever think of you when I hear that song.

An eating machine. Seriously, you can out eat me, and sometimes you even give your daddy a run for the money. We are scared of what the grocery bill is going to look like as you get bigger. 

A Gutsy boy like your mama. I always thought it was going to be Samarah who would remain the Gutsy baby. She outgrew it, you still have not (nor has Amiya). We currently have you on a very strict diet, and this past week has proved wildly awesome changes with you (well, except for last night when you got into a little popcorn and we caved on the French Fries!). Your stomach is huge and you’re a poopin’ machine if we don’t have it under control. Secretly, I love that I get to help you sort through the gut stuff. Hang in there buddy, one day you’ll be eating all your beloved apples again 🙂

Woody Wood Pecker. You still laugh like Woody, and it cracks everyone up. 

An entertainer. Put some music on, and your little head and body will wiggle and bop for what seems like hours. It’s absolutely hilarious! 

A total stud. Randomly, at the dinner table last night, you said to your daddy, “I need a haircut.” You’re always about your haircut and shades, and when you have a fresh cut and those shades on, you’re a total stud. 

Daddy’s boy. Currently you’d choose your daddy over mama in a heartbeat. You love your daddy, and he has all the patience in the world for potty training with you when mama is still uncertain with the little man’s boy parts attitude (you always want to show mama – such a trip).

Happy. 90% of your time is spent being happy. You have a smile that’s infectious, and as long as your tummy doesn’t hurt, is full, and plenty of hours of sleep under your belt, happy is what you’ll choose.

Sweet as pie. Yes, Isaiah. You truly are sweet as pie. Recently before one of my work trips you told daddy you were sad. When he asked why, you told him, “Because Mommy is leaving.” Your intentions are gold.

Happy, happy birthday my sweet boy! 

Listen – today is Mother’s Day, so I hope you’ll be real nice to mama, too. 

We have a big and fun day planned – mostly spending it outside, which is something you and I both love. 

We love you little man.

Happy 3rd birthday, buddy!

p.s. And yes, yes we are making your special chocolate cake tonight!

Xox,
Mama