Friday, November 9, 2007

Four

What do you think of the number 4? I think of it in a whole different way than my new 4-year old does.

I think of 4 as being huge. Not being a baby. I think of 4 long years to get to know someone inside and out. I think of 4 hard years of screaming, tantrums, crying and being exhausted. Of love and smiles and snuggles and kisses. I think of 4 years of memories of a little person.

He thinks of 4 as being the gateway to 5. Of almost being big enough for big-boy school. He thinks of 4 as a quick way of forgetting 3. Of being the same as his favorite buddy and his favorite cousin. He thinks of 4 and sees the possibilities of 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10.

I see it and remember 1, 2 and 3.

As I look backward and he looks forward, we meet at 4. An amazing number. A memorable number. A number we won't see again.

I love my Punky. My 4-year old.

6 comments:

Jennifer aka Binky Bitch said...

That got me teary. So sweet! How beautifully put! Happy birthday!

Lauren said...

That is so lovely. I hope he has a wonderful 4 year-old birthday. He's so lucky to have such a great mom (especially one that knits him such beautiful things)!!

catknip said...

He's so precious and so are you.

MimiCatKnits said...

That was so sweet! Happy Birthday!

J. said...

Happy Birthday, little Dude!

I remember the day you were born. I've never seen your Mom so bubbly. I think it was the morphine.

andi said...

And now you've made ME cry! That was so sweet. Happy birthday big boy!