4 years old!
Two years ago, on your 2nd birthday, I started a tradition of writing you a letter on each of your birthdays; which started me writing to letters every week.
A year I wrote to you on your 3rd birthday, right as you were making that unofficial transition out of “toddlerhood.”
And now a year later, here you are, a year into boyhood. There is no doubt you definitely a real boy; not a toddler, not a baby.
Those funny “onion head” pictures on packages saying that toys are not suitable for ages 0-3 are a thing of the past.
You can now easily handle smart parts without it being a problem; as demonstrated in your amazing Lego creations.
This evolution of my son is present in the wallet cards I get from your school each time they have picture day.
I see a chubby blonde-haired baby who turned into a brown-haired boy.
These are the new “good ole days.”
I can honestly say I’m just as happy as you are to see you open your presents. These are the days of Legos, Transformers, Ninja Turtles, and Captain America. (Sounds a lot like my own childhood!)
Gone are the days of changing dirty diapers and cleaning bottles. Gone are the days of you stuttering and speaking in pigeon-English.
The fact that we’re building this new house (and hopefully moving in it in January) only compliments your coming of age to boyhood, as well as our family’s coming of age to a family with a real boy.
I am so excited to teach you to learn how to ride a bicycle in the cul-de-sac we will live in. And can’t for the day we get to “go camping” in our backyard; even though I convinced you’ll ask to go back inside after about an hour.
Things are good and about to get even better.
Happy 4th Birthday, Son. I love you with all that I have.