Four. FOUR. Your sweet spirit is almost bigger than you, sometimes. And four suits you fine. You became a big brother this last year, and that suits you more than fine. Your sense of humor, tactile-ness, sparkling extraversion, love of song and rhyme, and ability to find beauty in everything still drive you through this world. I am still amazed by you, challenged by you, and loved by you in ways I will never fully understand. Just as I love you in ways I will never be able to fully articulate. I love watching you grow up and count it one of my great pleasures to do so. I love watching you play with BC and your Little Star, how you listen so intently to long lyrics, how you form those complex sentences, and how you enjoy a good joke (and, okay, also a bad joke). I love to watch you dance. You, my darling, are the sprinkles on this sweet life. Your Papa and I always say that your mantra is "I'm just happy to be here." And you are. And I, my dear, am the happiest to have you.
Happy Birthday.
Love,
~Mama
