Sitting here the night before Gio turns 3, THREE. Threeeee.... and at any moment could cry. Who thinks I will by the end of this caption? 👍🏼 or 👎🏼 Serious note: Where did my baby go??? 🥹 He changed my life you guys. Our life. He made us a real family. Gio taught me how to mother, he forced me to slow down, he’s challenged me to work harder, smarter, and with less sleep than ever before 😂 G is bright, sensitive, silly, intuitive, and an incredible big brother - boy does he love his sister, and tells her every day. UGH, the constant hugs + kisses, I can’t 🫠 Damn, I love my babies, and I’m grateful for them. The person I’m becoming, for them, to protect them, model a life they can learn from, is someone I needed to become. Ok, my eyeballs are wet. Ugh. I just hope our kids always feel celebrated, unconditionally loved and supported in every single way shape or form. They’re our world. Happy birthday little man. 3 is mommy’s lucky number, but you and your sis are always going to be my good luck charms 💯🫶🏼🥲🎉