Oh, Trumy! My Trumy. How can it be that you’re no longer three?!

Sweet Boy, today you are FOUR!

Because we’ve been here before, three other times, we know – to an extent – what lies ahead in the next twelve months.

Four is an age unto itself; one that comes with the highest of highs (new accomplishments, new achievements, new independence) and the lowest of lows (4yos are like little cranky lawyers sometimes; it’s not their fault, just their nature. That said, it isn’t always easy to share a roof with a little cranky lawyer, even when you love them so much your heart could burst).

I am so excited for you, Tru-man, in all that you will learn and do and become in the next year. You’ve got more school and sports and activities on your plate than ever before; I know you live to play, so all of this is going to be great fun.

And even though you’re not our first four-year-old, I also know you will bring us a great deal of learning and action and becoming as your new year unfolds.

Why? Because you are you and you are your own.

I have never met anyone with quite so much spark in them as you. From your nose-crinkle grins to your constant (oh, wow – SO constant) requests to play Legos or build with you, to your brighter than bright blue eyes that shine so much light and love and life…I know that Year Four with you will be a whole new journey simply because it is yours.

We are honored to be on this ride with you. We are the luckiest to call you ours. You are the third little boy that stole our hearts and this world just wouldn’t be the same without your energy and your vibrancy.

Happiest of Birthdays, My newest 4yo.

(A pic on the last night of Three and one on the first day of Four)