This weekend my little boy turned four years old. I’m sure it was only yesterday that he looked like this:
Now he’s almost too big to be carried and has a distinct mind of his own.
He’s stubborn and opinionated, not unlike his Mommy. He’s sure he’s just as old as his 11 year old brother and 17 year old sister and can’t, for the life of him, figure out why he’s not allowed to do what they do.
He’s also the kid that will do anything to make me laugh and gives the best hugs a Mommy could possibly want. His imagination knows no bounds and he can tell a story that will have you rolling for hours.
I love you little boy. Just please, please, please stop getting so big so fast!