Last Sunday, Graham turned 3! Three years ago, our little guy came to be with us. On a snowy night, a fast labor, the pain, the excitement, and then- there he was. All cone headed and in our arms. He's a serious one, but more silly lately. His first word was 'ball' and we still hear that word more than any other. A lover of basketballs, ping pong balls, tennis balls, racquetballs, golf balls, and especially baseballs. He has quite the left handed throw, and a fascination with Babe Ruth. He speaks in full sentences and tells us jokes. "Patrick is a potato! Hahaha! Is that funny?" He is potty trained and even makes it through the night now without an accident. He can recite nearly all of Psalm 100. He prays at night, thanking God for all the things. For his family and bathtime and popcorn and his baseball glove. He pushes and hits and says 'it's mine!' because he is a 3 year old boy but he also asks if someone is ok or gets worried if so...
