My baby is four years old today.
In celebration, here's a list of four reasons why I love John M. being 4:
1.) John, you love to prove to me that you're a big kid and can do things. Example: "Mom, I'm big so I can sweep that up for you!". Go for it, boy!
2.) You're starting to learn all of your letters and love to spell things for
me, although you always do it from right to left. When you see a stop sign, you
say 'P-O-T-S' and I say right, 'Pots!'. We'll clear that up one day.
3.) You're big enough to want to pour your own drink, but not yet too big for
me to scoop you up and hug you for a good long while.
4.) You make me things now; cards, signs, all sorts of artwork and I want to
keep all of it to remind me of how perfectly sweet you are at this age.
I was planning on doing a list of four reasons why four is probably going to
be a pain in the butt, but let's just end it on a positive note, why don't we?
I love you, my boy, for four million reasons.
Love,
Mom (even from right to left, it's still me)
