Many, many people are going about their business on this March 13th, unaware of what a special day it is. I for one feel absolutely gleeful about today, your fourth birthday. Celebrating you- what could be a better occasion?
We so enjoy you, especially now in this particularly delightful stage. The rate at which you are growing seems to keep gathering speed yet I have no bittersweet feelings about that. You were a precious baby, of course, but as an infant you quite often looked like this:
And now, instead of going "Tomato Head", you are usually smiling like this:
(You stocked all three backpacks with toy cars, books, and blocks then cuddled up to your yellow car and fell asleep wearing your beloved superman shirt backwards and only one argyle sock.)
This morning you insisted on doing chores. You swept and mopped the kitchen and gathered up the garbage from all the little wastebaskets in the house. You painstakingly colored and cut a new picture for me. You smiled up at me and out of the blue said, "I really, really love you, Mommy, super duper duper!!"
Last night, at Levi's insistence, he and your dad went shopping for you. I was finishing a project so I set you up to get some extra dvd time while I worked. I was at the laptop and you were a few feet away with ear-buds watching Clifford, rapt. I took advantage of the fact that you were sitting still (it does not happen often) and got lost in thought gazing at your ever-lengthening feet. I sniffed your sweet hair and marveled at how quickly it is darkening. I scratched your back and looked ruefully at your latest haircut which had been progressing well until as I was trimming the back you wiggled and it got a little wonky. Then when you let out one of your trademark, completely contagious giggles. I got a little teary.
Happy birthday to our dear, bright, sensitive, creative, sweetheart of a boy.