You're four years old today. I don't know how that happened quite so fast, but it did, and we're already here. Four years have gone by in a blur of sweetness. You were born with the biggest heart and every year it continues to grow. The empathy you have for this world is unreal; I hope to learn from you. Sometimes it breaks my heart watching you care so hard for other people. I know you will face hard times because of your huge heart, but I also know you will do so much good.
You've become quite a rascal. Always trying to be funny, to make us laugh, to tell jokes. Testing limits and boundaries and seeing just how much you can get away with. It drives me crazy right now, but I love that about you. One day you will push the limits and you will make a difference because of that. Keep questioning everything. I know that's your natural inclination.
You've quite blossomed into the role of "big brother." Oscar looks up to you like you are his hero. Always make him proud, buddy. I know you will take care of him, love him, and be such a fabulous example for him. Remember, your Papa and I know just how tough it is to be the first born, blazing the trails. It's a hard responsibility to have, but you're doing great.
This year was so fun. You were so excited for your birthday, it was palpable. We couldn't help but feed off your energy. Every day you would rip another paper chain off your door and count the days left. You woke up ready to eat your special cereal and open your presents. You told us the you thought the balloons we snuck into your room while you were sleeping were jellyfish and you didn't want to get stung. You wore your homemade pointy hat to school and brought rocket and tractor cookies. You can't wait until your pirate birthday party this weekend.
Four is just the beginning, I know, but I already feel so lucky to have had you this long. It has been four of the most exhausting, exhilarating, amusing, confusing, chock-full of love years of my life and I can't wait to see what happens next.
I love you.