***Warning...I am very emotional and this post may not make sense to any of you, but it is what I am feeling right at this very moment. It's long and has lots of pictures. Read at your own risk. :) ***
My baby is four years old today! It is a very bittersweet feeling. I love his personality and that he is growing, healthy and happy. I am having so many mixed emotions because he is getting too big way too fast. What happened to my baby? Drew no longer has the "baby" look. He is the most precious, tender-hearted, smart, handsome, outgoing, and loving little boy. He is our pride and joy and I look forward to many, many more birthdays with my angel.
It is so easy to get caught up in our own busy schedules and one day I look up and realize that my baby, my precious little baby turned four today! I catch myself saying: Drew I will read that book to you in just a minute, but I have to do the laundry first or load the dishwasher or exercise or something to that nature.
He always wants to play this game:
Drew: "Mommy, when I say silly words, you look mad at me and I laugh."
Me: "Ok, go"
Drew: "Ooka, looka, pooka" (or something silly that makes no sense)
Me: Giving him mean eyes
Drew: Laughing hysterically, which in turn of course makes me laugh hysterically.
I will surely miss these days when one day I will want to play with him and he will be too busy for his dear old mom. I feel like I need to soak up every bit of him as long and as often as I can. There are days that I want to call into work so I can just stay home with him and snuggle, play, read and laugh, but of course that won't pay the bills. I can guarantee you this, the very next time my little boy wants me to stop and play or read him a book I will let the laundry go un-done or leave the dishes in the sink for a while* (side note below) because I will one day long for Drew to want to spend time with me. This is my New Year's Resolution (in April), and a promise to myself and my child.
*If you know me at all you know that of course I could not go to bed until all of these things are done so it will just be a late night that night. *
He tells me all the time, "Mommy don't be sad when I get big. When I get small again you can still hold me!" God love his sweet heart. I will hold him for as long as he will let me. I will rock him, play with him, read to him and laugh with him.
Here are a few (ahem...63 to be exact) of my favorite pictures from the birth of our wonderful little blessing to his birthday party this past Saturday!
Enjoy and shed a tear, I know I did!!! :)