Holy Crap Joe Turns 3 Today!

Dear Joseph,
Three??!! Already??!! This has been a bang-up year, Mister.
There are a few things I've noticed about you. For one thing, you are totally effing crazy. I mean that in a good way. You just love being alive. You run, jump, laugh and giggle through everything life throws at you, good or bad. You are a super cuddle-bug. Way more than Jackson, whom I suspect is part Cylon. You already have a big imagination, and can hold your own against older kids when role-playing, and I've seen you defeat many an evil Jedi all on your own. You love to sing, which I find hilarious because it's always about whatever you happen to be doing at the time. You have a great sense of humor and are already the trickster of the house.
There was a night a few weeks ago where you took over the reading time during our bed time ritual, and you made up a whole 5 minute story about a dog named Jello-head just by looking at the pictures in the random book you picked out of the pile. That alone just about sums you up as a person. Pretty impressive for a 2 year old.
You are completely fearless. Still. Three years of banging your head, scraping up your hands, bruising up your legs and generally getting knocked around haven't had any impact on your wonderful ability to jump into any situation and hold your own. You once fell off the ladder to a slide at the pool. Eight feet down, and you landed mainly on your head. Within 20 minutes, you were back on that slide. I don't know if that's stubbornness or determination, but that's a fine line anyway.
Credit where credit is due, you are a happy, thoughtful kid due in no small part to having a wonderful mother. She is the best parent I've ever even heard about, and having such happy, healthy, smart kids is proof positive.
Anyway. I love you, buddy.
Happy birthday.

-Dad.