going on 5

Happy Birthday, my boy! He has lived for four years. And I mean he has REALLY lived. I’m glad he lives with me. My life is fuller and more fun because of this character I call Son. I understand him. (Well, most of the time.) He loves people. He loves learning and exploring. He is tender and loving. He is very diplomatic and fair--he has even taken to calling himself a peacemaker, and it’s true. He’s also a mess maker and has so much energy I am spinning constantly. But that craziness is balanced by his ease. He is an easy person. Easy to please, easy to smile, easy to love. He sings and talks and asks questions all the time and runs faster in his new shoes than ever before. He loves baking, and especially loves tasting the things we’re baking. He climbs and swings and drives his little sister crazy. He loves space and airplanes and volcanoes and books and educational movies. He climbs into bed with his big sister almost every night and ends up a sweaty little snoring-sprawled-out monkey. He is very polite and remembers to say “I’m sorry” and he really means it. He says he loves me to the moon and back, and to the moon and back again, but I love him more.