So When Did This Guy...

So when did this guy...

Become this guy?!?

That's all I'd like to know today.

I could write a book about all we've been through in these short three years, my little Ookie Doo (and yes, you will always be stuck with that nickname) but I think I'll wait till I have some more really good stories to add to the saga of the lucky penny. Until then, I'm so thankful for the three years you've given me of running and chasing after you, kissing your boo-boos, watching your love of trash trucks and ditchdiggers blossom, playing catch, talking about the dinosaurs with you every night before bed, and all the crashing, growling, tackling, and mud-slinging in between. I love to hear your sweet little voice singing your bedtime song with me, and you have no idea how much I cherish every last hug and kiss you still want to give me, because I know the day is coming when you'll be too cool for that stuff. The couch, my back, and my heart will never be the same because of you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Happy birthday, little buddy--I love you with all of my everything!