Four Today!

My teeny tiny little baby boy is somehow four today. It’s hard to contemplate just how much he has changed since he was born. The very first time I met him he was being lowered towards me by the midwife and he looked like a little spider monkey, all long limbs and big hands and so tiny. 

When we eventually took him home he looked so diddy in his car seat.

Today he’s a beautiful, happy and bright little whirlwind. And he’s so, so funny. He makes me laugh every single day, from the time he smacked his bum and exclaimed ‘ooh, my arse’ (aged one), to exclaiming ‘nope’ at a christening when the vicar asked if everyone renounced the devil, to the ‘you have a poo in your eye, mummy’ wonderful randomness of him! He’s always very conscious of people’s feelings and sometimes he seems like the mature one in the house. He is the one that first burst my heart wide open, that taught me to slow down and take note of the world, who taught me to fight for what’s right and walk away from what’s not, who my happiness is always intrinsically linked to and who made me more than just me, I’m part of him and him of me. Happy birthday little man. Never stop laughing.