Today my little boy turns four years old. Hard to believe that four years ago I was busy bringing my first child into the world, with no clue of how my life was going to change. I had no idea how much love I would have for that little boy. Jason was such a calm, happy baby and he was adorable too. Watching him grow up has been amazing. At one he was walking, or running, everywhere and tripping into everything. At two he was starting to talk more and we already knew he was quite the little artist, with his little drawings all over the walls. He became a big brother, and was such a good little helper. By three he was learning so many new things. Colors and numbers, as well as how to climb all over everything (which he picked up from his little brother). Now at four he is still a sweet, adorable, artistic, smart boy, but he is no longer so little. He is quick to correct us if we call him a "little boy" and tell us he is a "big boy". *Sniff* And every year seems to go by faster than the last. Before I know it he will be dating, going off to college, getting married, and starting his own family. We can't our kids stay little longer?
Happy Birthday little man, I love you!