My dearest Quinn - oh how magic you are!
Four short years ago you made me a mother. I had no idea what that meant at the time. You have taught me more about love and life and being human in those four years than I ever learned in the previous 36 I lived before you. I am grateful every day that I get to be your Mama.
I can not quite believe what a big boy you are becoming. Tall enough to *almost* reach the snack cupboard. Big enough to brush your own teeth & after a "tap, tap" on the edge of the sink put your toothbrush away in the cup. Clever enough to get your way *almost* all of the time. Oh how I love your rascally-ways!
I love how tightly your little arms wrap around my neck when you hug me. How you run into my arms when I pick you up from school.
I love how you bring out the best in people. How even crusty tattooed Hell's Angels stop to talk and smile with you. I love that you have taught me the true meaning of not judging books by their covers.
I love how passionately you enjoy your books. How you will sit and read them and stack them and, yes, occasionally throw them.
I love how your little sandy-haired head still fits just perfectly under my chin just like when you were a bald-headed baby.
I love how protective you are of your little brother... even if sometimes I have to scold you for tackling some kid at the park who may have slighted him.
I love how happy the water makes you. I so look forward to teaching you the super-power of learning how to swim.
I love the sound of your giggle... oh your beautiful infectious laugh... the most gorgeous sound in the world.
And I love that your favorite color is orange.
My beautiful boy, today we celebrate you!
I have so many wishes for you... so many hopes and dreams... but the biggest of all is that you know, every-single-day, how very much you are loved.
Happy 4th birthday my magic-boy!