You are my sunshine. My rainbow baby. My little man. Focused, determined, sweet and kind. You are a runner, a cuddler and a boy through and through. We are amazed by your complete and unwavering devotion to cars.
My heart melts in your presence. You are the littlest little I’ll ever mother again and I drink in every second of your smallness. The way you hug, the way you rest your head on my shoulder when you are tired or sick. The way your hair smells when you’ve been running around and the feel of your cheeks after playing in the cold. I will never hold a tinier hand than the one you outstretch to me each morning. 
And yet, I love to celebrate your growth. You like to do things for yourself. Potty training was a breeze. You regularly and proudly dress yourself now. You adore your big sister and strive to keep up with her in all ways. You’re not one to complain. Last week I pulled a quarter inch cactus pricker out of your chest 5 days after we visited the desert room at the conservatory. It would still be stuck there if I hadn’t noticed. 
You are a wild man. A Guy’s Guy. A Dude.
You are well-spoken but only when you choose to be. A tinkerer, and a doer. You make “Vroom” a verb.
Happy-go-lucky and quietly hilarious. Thank you, Max, for sharing your special blend of wonder and joy with us. Thank you for completing our family better than we ever could have imagined. Thank you for being you. Happy Three, Little Dude. 
