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:

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

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  2. 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)!!

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  3. He's so precious and so are you.

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  4. 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.

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

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