Today you are four. And today you are not yourself. You are not spunky and feisty and full of energy (and backtalk). No, today you are sick. You see, you woke up in the middle of the night barfing. NOT FUN. Spending your fourth birthday with the stomach flu is not what either of us imagined.
But it's ok.
Being sick on your birthday is a major bummer, but you'll be back to your old self soon enough.
Your old self? Is AWESOME. You are one amazing kid. You are kind and gentle and school, saving your biggest smiles for your teachers.
You are feisty and determined at home. You know what you want and will not give up without a fight. Much like your Mama, kiddo. You give huge hugs, tell me you love me often and are more independent by the
You are an amazing brother. Amazing. You teach Juliet so many things, you always include her in your play, and whenever she is upset or sad you run to find her lovie so she can begin feeling all better.
At four you are fascinated with water. Waterfalls, grates, pipes, anything and everything to do with even the tiniest drip of water makes you so happy.
And seeing you happy? Nothing in the world is better.
Over four years you've gone from a baby, to a toddler to a preschooler. You are so dang smart, fast, determined, excited and everything else. You are spectacular. You are my son.
Happy fourth birthday kiddo. I love you more than you will ever know.
(Wolfy photos to come, once his sweet smile returns.)