I can’t believe you are four. You are such a special boy, so inquisitive, smart and fun. At four, you try harder and harder everyday to read. You are constantly sounding out words and trying to figure out what a series of letters means on your own. We have found ourselves referencing the dictionary multiple times a week to answer your questions on what various words mean. I am so surprised at what you know already. A recent conversation with Mabel went like this:
Mabel: There is the moon. It is up abobe.
Louis: Mabel, did you say abobe? It isn’t abobe Mabel, it is above. There is not two “b’s” in above, just one. Okay, Mabel?
You still love your superheroes and love your new superhero calendar. If it were up to you, everyday would be a superhero day. For your birthday you received a new bike. You can’t wait to ride it this summer but are very clear that you need a helmet and papa does too before you can ride outside. You also love to make silly faces (rolling your eyes back into your head) and to tackle those around you whenever it is appropriate (and sometimes inappropriate). You love sports, in fact you just started baseball and love it.
You love your family, immediate and extended. At night you pray for your cousins, friends, aunts and uncles and whoever else made an impression on you that day.
We love you very much Louis and are so thankful for what you bring to our lives. You love to play and be silly but are so sweet and have such amazing empathy for a 4 year-old (you promised me that even though you are growing up you will always love me and even when you are 90, you will give me hugs). I hope you always will have that glimmer in your eye that teases mischief and the willingness to hug so tightly. Happy Birthday baby Lou.
