Your brother & I have one of those silly games where we take turns saying,
"I love you!"
"I love you more!"
"I love you to the stars and back!"
"I love you to the stars and back a billion times!"
"I love you to the stars and back a bajallion kajallion times!"
Although I could easily list a bajallion kajillion reasons why I love you, that would make for a really long post. You are turning four years old this year, but I'd have a hard time limiting this to just four things, and loving you to the stars and back ten times four is probably just long enough to drive away most of our readers. Plus, Mommy turned 40 this year so it seems karmic.
I hate that we almost no photos of your first few months.
|5-6 days after they fixed your heart.|
|No nap today.|
I love it when you run across the room to hug me. I love it when you hug my legs. I love that you are verbalizing "up" and holding your arms up for me to hug you. [Bonus: I love it when you hold your arms out and fall into me from the edge of the pool or the stairs.] I love that you can tell the dogs to shoo and push them out of the way.
I love that your very very favorite activity is to sit behind me on the couch, with a blanket, and play with my hair. I love that you aren't yanking on it anymore. I love that you try to sing with me when I'm humming your nighttime song. I love that you are as a terrible singer as I am.
I love it when you ask where your brother and daddy are. I love it when you ask for more books at bedtime. I love that you take your plate back to the kitchen after dinner. I love it, most of the time, when you try to help me empty the dishwasher.
I love it when you growl like a tiger or bear when we're reading about them. I love your "Mmmmmm" when I give you a treat. I love the way you say "Thank you" after. I love that you might be left-handed.
You have Graced our lives.
Happy Fourth Birthday.