Monday, May 05, 2008
Today, Jackson, you are four. 48 months spent on this earth. I can hardly believe it. You are everything I expected from a son and more. At four years of age you are beyond bright. You know all your letters, their sounds, how to write them, and are even starting to spell and read. You are a whiz with numbers and patterns (patteruns as you call them). You love playing Eye Spy. Your favorite toys are trains, planes, cars and trucks - and have been since you were barely walking . Your favorite playmate is your brother Holden (who adores you beyond words). Or perhaps your Daddy (who also adores you beyond words). You love to run fast, jump high, yell loudly, and now, ride fast (you just got your first real bike for your birthday). You are adventurous and boisterous. You are all boy. But you also have this wonderfully quiet side as well that loves to read, watch butterflies, paint and sing. You know most Jack Johnson songs by heart and we sing them together in the car on the way to school. You love school. You love life. Your happiness is infectious.
How I got so lucky in the son department is beyond me. Oh certainly we have our share of squabbles. You get your stubbornness from your Mama and your perfectionism from your Daddy...or maybe it is the other way around. We butt heads and disagree on what is white and what is black, but at the end of the day we are always pals. You are my first born son and will always hold that honor. Always remember how much we love you and care about you. You are one spectacularly special kid and you always will be. You bring us more joy than should be legally allowed!
Happy fourth birthday son. I love you. To pieces and pieces.
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