Yesterday, Tank turned 3 and I can hardly believe it. He’s been such a special addition to our family. I love coming home to his wrinkle-y self and he’s always happy to see me (although, he admittedly loves to see dad walk through the door more). While I’m typing this up (and most every time I’m working in the office) he’s keeping me company, laying next to my desk. He’s cleaver, smart, and loving; he’s ornery beyond belief; and he’s surpassed me on the stubborn scale. But I wouldn’t want him any other way. He’s handsome; although, many say it’s only a face a mother could love. I can hardly remember a time when he wasn’t in our lives and I can’t imagine not having him around. I’ve grown accustomed to his noises–his loud breathing, equally loud snoring, and his insisting he needs to chew on the most annoying toy in his toy box while we’re watching football; and his smells–yes, he can clear a room.
Thank you, Tank, for bring so much joy to our lives these past three years! We look forward to celebrating many more birthdays with you! Happy Birthday!! We love you!