You are 4 years old Bug!! It’s such a happy occasion but sad at the same time. It makes me realize just how fast time is flying by.
I often wonder who you will be when you grow up. Will you be kind? Will you be a good man? A caring friend? A wave of sadness washes over me with the knowledge that you will reach this age more quickly than I can imagine right now. For an instant, I want to freeze time. I wonder what I will know about you when you are grown and I wonder what you will know about me. Will you remember that your daddy and I would read to you until you fell asleep each night? Will you remember all the nights you climbed into our bed and kicked us as you rolled around in between us? Will he remember playing outside with us…skateboarding, riding bikes, playing on the water slide? Will you remember all of the nights we let you stay up later than we should have because we didn’t want to miss out on any time we could be spending with you? Will you remember all the places we took you? Will you remember the times you wanted nothing more than to sit on my lap while you ate dinner, keeping me from eating? The reality is that you might not. But I will. And when you get to be a teenager, I will know that I have done my best to instill the values we believe in and taught you right from wrong and exhibited the kindness we want you to embody as well. I will know that you have successfully grown from baby to toddler to preschooler to boy to young man. I will be relieved that I have gotten you to this point in our journey together. But I will be sad too. But from that point it will be up to you. You will decide what you eat, where you will go, which sports you will play. You will choose your friends and your girlfriends and you will learn what it means to love and be loved. You will understand hurt more than I wish you would, even though I know it will be necessary for you to learn and grow. You will be taller than I am, most likely, and stronger. You will be smarter, I have no doubt. We will celebrate, the three of us, that you have reached young-man status and that life is good. This is my wish, always. I hope that you will know that I am soft-hearted but firm. You will know that I am silly and will break out in a dance or song at the drop of a hat. You will know that I will probably embarrass you, just as my mother did to me. You will know where you get your love of music, sports and ice-cream. And most of all, I hope that you will know that your parents love you more than anything in the whole world.
We are just beginning; and yet, four years have flown by as fast as a shooting star. I love this stage so much; you are sweet and although you don’t always like kisses, you do like to hug. You tell us fantastic stories that you have made up from bits and pieces you have picked up along the way. I’m trying not to blink because I know that 18 will come sooner than I want to imagine. In the meantime, I will know this: every moment with you is a moment to cherish…and I do.
I love you to the moon and back!