The boy is four. I write that and then I pause, because there is so much more I want to say, but I am having a hard time getting it altogether in a cohesive way. I know Owen & I are not different than anyone else in our feelings about our kids, so when I write “you can’t even imagine how much we love him” I know that if you are a parent, you do know. I know my parents felt (feel) this about me, and his about him, and when you have kids, you just love them so much more than you ever thought possible.
But the boy is four and he is MY boy. He is an extension of me in the truest sense possible. I know what is coming out of his mouth before he does. I know how he constructs his thoughts. I know when he’s being fresh and when he’s really sad and confused. I know what makes him happy and I know just by a look in his eye that he is going to tell me that his heart is super happy. He has my attention span. He has my obsessive pestering habit. He is persistent and relentless. He wants to know how it all works and how it all ads up and where it all fits together.
His favorite color is blue. Sometimes red because it’s faster. He knows my favorite color is orange.
His two favorite activities are riding his bike and playing Candy Land.
He loves a nice warm shower.
He likes to help his dad do whatever his dad is doing.
He loves his sister and she is the bane of his existence.
He doesn’t like to nap, but he loves to be snuggled.
He wants to hear made up stories about the old train in the abandoned shed.
He is a dancing fool.
He loves Scooby Doo.
He starts his sentences with the word “actually.”
He loves Mrs. Fellows and Jessie (both of them) and Jackie and Rachael and pretty much every other woman or girl he’s ever met.
He knows all the words to almost every single song on “Free to be You and Me” and we sing them every morning.
He can ride on a boogie board and swim across the pool with swimmies.
He wants to grow up so he can play ping pong with the bigger boys but he promises he’ll stay my big baby.
aww. Happy birthday nugget! reading this made me teary. so beautiful K.
I hope C had a happy birthday! I just love his darling face! He’s gotten so big!
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lovely words K.
as he gets older, i see more O in him.
what a doll, what a mom.
Awww. I love him. Happy (late) birfday Buddy!