Reni is three!

Happy birthday to our silly, trouble-making, snuggling, observant, sensitive, me-too guy. Your smile is pure joy and your hugs and I love you's melt us all. You're the perfect combo of mischievous and eager-to-please, and you're smart as a whip, too. You see and absorb everything, and want to give it all a try (with a bit of help, usually, unless you want to try it yourself). Your memory astounds me, and your attention to detail is far beyond your three years. You love school and stra-ba-rerries and doing anything with Grandpa or Daddy or Anika, especially if it involves throwing/kicking/launching a ball, driving a car/golf cart/bicycle, or anything to do with animals (lately, your favorite thing is gathering eggs from the chicken house). You often kiss my belly and croon, 'hello baby! I love you!' Other times, you head butt me in the tummy because you're unpredictable like that. You're a charmer and a clown, a sometimes-whiner-and-snuggler, and we think you couldn't be more perfect.

We love you, buddy. Happy (a few days belated) birthday to our favorite boy and Grandpa's newest - and most devoted - sidekick.