Three

This is Wesleyan Hall. It was the building Donnie and I studied in while getting our Geography degrees at the University of North Alabama. I spent many hours in that building and even a few nights working on projects for school and work. E even slept up there a few times. One notable time, I laid down with him just to “rest my eyes” on the couch in the computer lab, and then woke up the next morning in a panic as E was due at school in about 5 minutes. Luckily his Kindergarten had a uniform, so no one knew he wore the same clothes the day before.

This is the building that gave us Wes’s name. He turns three tomorrow.

I don’t really do annual letters or photo montages. I figure that’s what this whole blog is – a tribute to my family. Sometimes a boring tribute, but usually with cute pictures. If there’s one trait that stands out about Wes the most right now, it’s that he is the biggest snuggle-bug on the planet. He even proved it last weekend by snuggling in the arms of Nikki’s t-ball coache’s wife for a good 15 minutes. He’s SUCH a good snuggle bug, you’ll put up with it even though he weighs 27lbs. It’s his most evil super-power, to be honest. He makes the hearts melt of women everywhere as they hold him in their arms. I’m surprised no one has given him a car yet.

Happy Birthday, Wessie-Woo. I don’t always get a chance to blog on Saturday so I wanted to commemorate your special day today. I hope this year brings you lots of dead bugs and garbage trucks. Love, Mom.