4 years ago today, I became the mother of 3 children under the age of 4.
It rocked my world.
HE rocked my world.
Somehow, even while I was looking, he managed to grow on me. From alien newborn...
...to yummy chubby baby...
...to dramatic toddler (it must come from having sisters)...
...to happy little boy.
He grabbed firmly ahold of my heart, and he's never let go.
As of today, there are no more babies living here. My BABY is FOUR! Is it wrong if I mourn that fact, just for a second?
But this isn't about me, it's about him, and how every second he makes my heart grow more open, beat more joyfully. How could I resist this face, with it's dimples and little gap-toothed smile?
How could anyone?
Happy Birthday my
baby funny-faced guy!