Our oldest is your protection, our youngest is your affection, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you are pure perfection.

Our oldest is the one who teaches you, our youngest is the one who reaches for you, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you are sometimes too good to be true.

Our oldest can start up a fight, our youngest can stay up all night, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you are truly just right.

Our oldest reaches for your hand, our youngest is just learning to stand, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you keep us on our toes with each demand.

Our oldest hides out in his room, our youngest is learning to use a spoon, and you, my dear, our middle . . . act like Daddy and Mommy have hung the moon.

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Our oldest likes to get you riled, our youngest crawls faster than a cheetah in the wild, and you, my dear, our middle . . . have an adult vocabulary although you are a child.

Our oldest is big and strong, our youngest can cry all day long, and you, my dear, our middle . . . know just when to burst out in beautiful song.

Our oldest enjoys going to school, our youngest is mostly covered in drool, and you, my dear, our middle . . . smile at yourself in the mirror while standing on a stool.

Our oldest loves big bear hugs, our youngest grabs hair and constantly tugs, and you, my dear, our middle . . . play tea party with itty-bitty mugs.

Our oldest wrestles on the floor, our youngest keeps getting stuck behind the door, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you are everything and more.

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Our oldest shows you new stuff, our youngest has the cutest hair fluff, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you are tiny but tough

Our oldest made us mom and dad, our youngest is a sweet little lad, and you, my dear, our middle . . . every day, you make us glad

Our oldest is almost 7, our youngest is approaching month 11, and you, my dear, our middle . . . are nearly 4 and sent from Heaven.