
I'm not sure who gave you permission to do so, but you've done it again. And I can't quite believe myself. I told you you couldn't, but you did it anyways. You've gone and turned 4 like it was no big deal. And you did it even though I asked you not to! But to see how happy it makes you to be 4, it kind of softens my heart just a little and I might let this one slip by. Maybe. But turning 5? That's outta the question, you hear me? No way, nuh uh, nope, not happening. You can just stay 4 for a long, long time, okay? Because, to be honest, I kind of like you at 4. You are full of questions, you keep me on my toes, you keep me company throughout the day, you love pretending and have a wild imagination sometimes, and boy, do you love your cars--every last one of them. Yeah, come to think of it, I think it is sort of a tiny bit okay that you've turned 4 because I am pretty smitten by you at the age of 4. So, let's just keep it that way, all righty? And just so you know, I feel like I am the luckiest mama in the whole wide world to have called you mine for four whole years. I love you to the moon and back a thousand times. Happy birthday, Sam.























