Dear Mitch,
Yesterday you turned three, and I cried. Not for long, and there was no sobbing, but I did cry. You are my baby after all, my baby who isn't anymore. What an amazing little boy you are growing into. We use to worry about your lack of language and now you say so many funny things. The other day we were looking for something and you told me, "Mommy, it's under my neath". You know just the way to get what you want when you tilt your head to the side and use your soft sweet voice, and say "Please, may I". You'll even blink your eyes on occasion. I love the way you choose the prayer before we eat, close your eyes and sing every word. You can go through all the motions to make the "th" sound, but it still comes out an "f" whenever you say it in a word. Thank you, however, is the exception which you pronounce "wankyou". When you want held, which is becoming very rare, you say Pick-ee-up, Mama. You call me bot
You love to play with trains, transformers, and star wars guys, or anything that Mason has at any given time. You aren't very good at sharing with Mason, but he also doesn't have a lot of patience for you right now. You can name Luke, Darth Vader, Chewbacca, storm troopers

There are so many things about you that make me smile everyday. You do have a very stubborn and willful side too, that doesn't always make me smile. You are opinionated and I can appreciate that, but we're probably going to continue to lock horns. I look forward to your interesting take on life!
However, my Mitchell-man, my spider, my baby.... you will always be.