Today, my baby, you turn four.  When did this happen?  Was it not just yesterday that I had to put you inside my coat to keep you warm?  Now look at you!  Almost as tall as your sister with just as much spunk.  Happy Birthday my punkin.  

What four is looking like so far:

You pronounce your Rs as if you lived in Boston your whole life-  A feather is a featheh.

You sing from dawn to dusk- singsong monologues of your life.  

You eat a peanut butter sandwich every single day.

You wake up hungry and must immediately eat a granola bar or your world collapses.

You love coffee

Your favorite color is blue

You swing so high that I have to hold in my own concern  because I see how much you need to do it.  

When you get mad, I suggest people step away, as you get a bit ferocious. 

You will brush my hair four an hour straight, and therefore I'll not ever cut it.

You like to get your back lightly scratched, just like Mama.

Happy Birthday, my sweet girl.  Every day with you is a treasure and a surprise.  I love you.