Dearest "LB",

You are turning four tomorrow, and I can hardly sleep in anticipation of your special day. You have counted your sleeps for many weeks, waiting for the day that is all about you. A day when you get to make all the "becisions" and even choose your own "bessert." I just don't have the heart to correct you. When I asked you what you wanted for your birthday you replied, "Everything I don't have." I have scoured stores for your most requested (Yoda & R2D2) items, because it isn't often you ask mommy for anything. You are so self-sufficient, there isn't much you need my help with anymore, unless it comes to putting on shoes. Somehow you manage to always "forget" where we keep them. During your third year of life you gave up naps, learned to ride a bike, and gave your heart to Jesus.

You are my passionate, free-spirited, diplomatic, Momma's Boy. You NEVER wear shoes, and you'd wear shorts year around if I'd let you. Although you've recently commented that you wish your hair was black, your shaggy, blond hair is in an awkward in-between stage. It should be surfer-ready by vacation. You tried to knock out your front, top tooth last summer, but it's barely noticeable now. You haven't grown much taller this year, but you have become much thinner over the past few months. Peanut butter, apple sauce, and Craisins are still the staples of your diet, and I'm still waiting for your taste buds to mature. Your soccer skills may have had something to do with your leanness. They are impressive for a three year old; so much so that you are playing up on the Knights outdoor team. You really enjoy Soccer City and jump out of bed every Monday morning to get your gear on for Micro 4/5 class with Cade and Landon.

We have some exciting things to look forward to this year. You have set many goals for yourself too and keep reminding me all the great things you will do this year. You have promised to eat more "begetables," and you have told me how much faster you will be able to run. You will be starting 1/2 day Pre-K at VCS this Fall -- that will be a hard one for us both. Until then, I will treasure each day with you at home. I will try not to be annoyed that you won't buckle your car seat, find your shoes, or go upstairs at night without a "piggy".

You, Little Boy, are not so little anymore, but are more precious to me than all the stars in the sky.

I love you to the sun and back.

Mom