Gazing At My Boy

My baby just turned three yesterday...which I now consider the best day of the year.  Had a nice little get together, with the family over (including ex-in-laws).

Caught myself gazing at my boy today, dressing himself and telling me he wants to do it by himself and getting mad at me when I tried to help him.

Never felt such joy and sadness at the same time.

These are those days I never want to end.

(I'm seriously way too emotional for my own good). 

Also just watched the series finale of How I Met Your Mother...sweet story and I feel like it kind of echoes how I wanted my life to be like. My head will forever be in the clouds, I fear