Shelly’s Journal

It’s been a month since we sang the song, since we paraded around the yard looking for the hidden treasure of his birthday gifts, since we wore silly hats and blew up balloons.

My little boy is four. Is he ever.

It seems like only yesterday that I was frantically trying to nurse him, staying up what seemed all night. He grew to have this little personality and funny faces. He walked, then ran, then talked and hasn’t stopped since. Always shy, he’s now bold and friendly.

I look at him and see the little man inside of him. As his pants get too short and his shirts too tight, I cry a little. He is now big enough to ride roller coasters at Busch Gardens. Amazing.

He talks like he’s 7, with big words and expressions. He loves the alphabet and numbers. Colors and shapes are his friends. He climbs trees, swings on his tire swing and rides his two wheeler with training wheels.

He is a special boy. He and I are close. We talk and laugh all the time. He is learning to be a good big brother. Sharing has come hard. He plays with his little brother and makes him laugh. He shows him how to do things.

There is so much more, more than I can explain, more than I put to words. He puts smiles on my face and tears in my eyes.

Thank you Lord for my beautiful little boy and the 4 years we’ve shared so far.