A Letter to My Son on His Fourth Birthday

Dear Sirius,

Today, on the winter solstice and the shortest day of the year, you turn four years old.

I marvel at the boy you have become. I swear, just yesterday you were a little baby asleep in my arms.

And now you are so, so big.

There are so many things I love about you. One of the things that makes me proudest is that you are an exceptionally loving big brother. If this doesn’t say brotherly love, I don’t know what does.

I love that you love books and writing stories. I love that like your mama, you sometimes just can’t put a good book down.

I love that when you were three you learned to write your name. You know your letters, your phonics, your “ones” addition, and the planets. I wonder what you will learn while you are four?

You make an awesome superhero.

And our family feels complete because you’re a part of it.

For your birthday, I wish for you to always keep a part of the sensitive, silly boy you are now. The one who believes in magic and who is kind to everyone he meets. The boy who calls his brothers his best friends. You are a king, the brightest light, my shining star.

I love you. Happy birthday.

xoxo

Mama

 

 

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