Somehow, my last baby is 4 today.
Four feels different. It’s not a baby. It’s not quite “big kid.” It’s the sweet in-between where he still climbs on my lap, but also insists, “I can do it myself, Mom.”
This year with you has been loud, fast, and full of personality. You wake up ready to go. You love anything with wheels. Cars, trucks, rescue vehicles, anything with a siren. You narrate your entire day like you’re the star of your own action movie. And honestly? You kind of are.
You are brave but a little shy in new places. You are all boy energy one minute and the snuggliest little human the next. You love your sister fiercely. You adore your dad. You love seeing the older two when they come over. You ask a million questions, about how things work especially. You have the best belly laugh.
You still hold my hand in parking lots.
You still want one more hug before I leave.
You still say the cutest little phrase that I secretly hope never change.
Four means:
– Preschool confidence
– Big imagination
– Strong opinions about everything
– A heart that feels everything
This year I hope you keep that wild spark. I hope you always run toward the fun. I hope you stay kind. I hope you know how deeply you are loved, not just today, but every single day.
Being your mom is the greatest gift.
Happy 4th birthday, buddy.
Love,
Mom
One thought on “Huxley is 4.”