Gage...

Sweet Boy,

You are popcorn, marshmallows & chicken nuggets.

You are Neil Diamond, Johnny Cash, and Ice Ice Baby.

You are cars, army dudes, trains & and shaving cream.
You are everything that goes, and everything that moves.

You are moody and growl, and yet, a ray of sunshine.
You are always different, but always the same.
You are your daddy.
You are me.

You are "stumbled" toes, and things you "knowed."
You are "grape nipples," Fuzzy Wuzzy, and 'Randa Bear.

You were "trapes & traisins", but now you're growing up.
Tomorrow you will be 4 years old.
4 years old.

You are growing and changing every day.
Big boy bed with Transformer sheets?
What happened to the baby that I used to rock and nurse?
Where did that baby go?

I love you so much sweet boy.
I can't remember what I did with my time before you came.
I can't imagine a life without you and your amazing personality, that I am so very blessed to see every day.
And just like you, "I love you with my whole soul."