Fantastic Four

Last year Little Man's third birthday was on Mother's Day -- this year the celebrations are just one day apart.  He's another year older and -- at least in his mind -- another year wiser.  Looking at him I don't see much difference, but holding up pictures from last year to now it's a shock.  His vocabulary, his interests, his emotions; everything about him is big and getting bigger.  His independence is reassuring and scary, such as when he takes off at warp speed down a busy street or is very insistent in telling me that stomping his foot in rhythm with Lady Gaga is not the same as finding the beat of a Lady Gaga song (both true stories that occurred on the same day).  Needless to say, he keeps me constantly on my toes.  No one can make me laugh harder or clench my jaw tighter than he can.

Little Man, on your fourth birthday I wish you the space to continue spreading your wings along with the peace you seek when emotions feel too overwhelming.  I relish your sweet, sensitive nature while hoping to guide you in how to best express everything swirling in your mind.  It breaks my heart when I can't dry your tears fast enough for you, but when you are happy you make everyone around you happy.  I cannot believe we have had the privilege of four years with you or that we get the honor of so many more.  Happy birthday, my love; I hope this year is your best one yet.