This is Mommy the night before you were born. In your bedroom, which you didn't use until you were 18 months! But we had it ready anyway.
Two days old. You're still my #1 little boy.
One year old. Look at your baby blues!
Three years old. Driving your new tractor that Mommy and Daddy got you for your birthday. You still drive it almost every day. It's getting easier to share with Avrie now that the initial thrill has worn off. But it's still YOURS. That we know for sure.
Here you are. All grown up at FOUR years old. I can't believe it. You should still be my little baby. I tell you almost every day that you need to stop growing up. You're getting too big for your britches (literally!) and so big that you're breaking Mommy's heart. There are so many things you love right now: baby lamb is #1; playing in the dirt, learning about EVERYTHING under the sun and even about the sun itself; teaching Avrie big kid stuff; telling Mommy all your wisdom, which often blows me away. My world would be so dark without you in it. Happy Birthday Sweetiecheeks! I love you heaps and heaps.