Happy 4th Birthday

Today my baby turned four. I’m not sure how, but he did.

He’s not sure either, as this morning when he crawled into bed with me he asked, “Mommy, how am I going to turn four?” I said, “It’s your birthday, so you are four.” He said, “but I don’t feel four…I still feel three-and-a-half.”

“And I still feel like it was yesterday that I was walking to the hospital to give birth to you.”

This year he wanted to hear every detail of his first hours and days. “Keep telling me that story.” he said as I was trying to get out of bed.

I told him as many tiny details as I could remember about the event that changed my life forever.

“So does this mean I’m an ‘old-year-old’ now?”

No sweetie, it doesn’t matter how many years go by- you’ll always be my baby.

Happy 4th birthday my beautiful boy.

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