He tells stories. He tells jokes. He likes to act out books we read. He always likes to help. He loves music. He is funny. Silly. Mischievous. Curious. He loves to make up songs that involve poop in the lyrics.
He is mine. My eldest son. My first baby. The one that made me a mama. The one that has to suffer through all the mistakes I made (and will continue to make) as a new mama. We are learning together, on this path together. I love him with all my being and can barely remember life before he was in it. He is such a cool little guy, I'm so happy to know him.
He is four! Today!
His party is this weekend and I intend to share more about the festivities next week.