I still can’t believe you’re 4, Elijah Oscar. You’re such a big boy and seem less and less like a toddler these days and more like a kid.
You’re such a big boy, but you will still cuddle me sometimes. I love when you want me to hold you, unless its the middle of the night.
You still need mama to kiss your boo boos, even if you prefer to fight all the bad guys with your daddy.
I love how sweet you are to your sister. I love how you look out for her and ask her questions and let her play with you (sometimes). I’ll even admit that I love how she does almost anything you say, I just don’t love it in the moment, like when you encourage her to run away from me after preschool.
I love your imagination. The way you fight invisible bad guys and protect your baby sis from them. The way you can sit with your Lego guys and just play, by yourself, for what seems like forever.
I love the way you grab both my cheeks when you give me a kiss. I love how you say “yeah? or no?” when you ask me a question and I don’t immediately respond to you and how you always “have a really good idea!” that usually involves going to Target to get toys.
I love how much you talk about Disney World and ask every day if we can go back. It makes me so happy that you love is as much as I do.
I love how you make these incredibly reasonable arguments about basically everything…how many more minutes we need to stay at the playdate, why you don’t need to wash your hands after you pee, reasons why I should let you have the peanut butter m&ms that you know I have stashed in my night stand. You’re going to need to join the debate team or something when you’re in high school.
I love how silly you are. That you laugh whenever someone farts and how you force me to turn away so you don’t see me crack a smile while I am discipling you. I love how contagious your laugh is.
I love how you narrow your eyes at me when you’re skeptical and how you close those big brown eyes when you laugh really hard.
I love your messy, crazy hair and how it makes you seem littler than you really are.
I love how you sing while you play, and then get all shy when I notice. I love that smile. I love that heart of yours. I love that voice. I love everything about you.
I love you, my sweet 4 year old and I love being your mama. I can’t wait to see what being a 4 year old has in store for you.