In less than a month my youngest son will turn four. My baby baby will be four. I have to stop and think about where the time has gone. He no longer looks like a baby, even his toddlerishness is gone. He looks more and more like a little boy, less like my baby every day.
I love that he is independent and has a moind and thoughts, that he's all to willing to share, of his own. I love that he has an imagination and a zest for life. He, at 3 almost four gives meaning to seize the day. He makes me laugh and gives my heart a special beat. Plus he's pretty darned cute.
He's my baby.
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