It happened. No matter how much I tried to convince him to not do it, my little boy grew a whole year older yesterday. Little Liam turned 4. I keep asking him if he is my baby boy (which, of course, he is in my eyes) and he always responds, "No, I'm a big boy!" And that he is.


He has been so excited about his birthday. It was a little more fun this year since he is more aware of what his birthday is all about and he knew what all was going to happen. Each day at school we have been counting down the days until his party and the day it arrived (Monday), he was SO excited. He kept asking when it was time for "everyone to come to my house and see my birthday party." Well, the day passed quickly and soon, our guests arrived with gifts for him to open. They played outside for a while, then came in and ate some delicious cake, and then opened the gifts. He, like most kids at a time like that, was quite overwhelmed with all the new stuff, but was having fun opening it all. It is fun to see the look on his face and then hear him say thank you to the person who gave it to him. Since it was a school night, the party didn't go very late and soon all the guests were gone and he was enjoying his new trains, cars, balls, books, etc. He got to sleep on the floor in his room in his new sleeping bag (since he is sharing his room with Grammy - which he LOVES). The next day he spent all day going to each new toy and playing with it. His Grammy and Papa gave him a set of walkie-talkies which we are having fun with. Yesterday he was in the living room and I was in the kitchen, and we were talking on the walkie-talkies. I was at the fridge asking him what he wanted to drink. It was lots of fun.

It is always at this time that I find myself reflecting on how blessed I am to have my precious children(not that I don't at other times, just more often around birthdays or holidays). I also find myself thinking on all that we went through waiting his arrival - the emotions, the nerves, the planning, etc. I wrote his birth story last year for his birthday. If you haven't ever read it, you can do so
here. What a joy he has brought to his father and I.

Liam, you are now four years old and getting so big! You have such a tender heart. You are definitely a mommy's boy (in the best sense of the term!). You still like to get and give hugs, especially to your mommy. You are a great big brother - although now that Leila is older and follows you around everywhere you all have your fights. You love to talk to Libby and give her things to play with. You really love to hold her hand and hug and kiss her. You admire your daddy and love most anything he loves - hockey, football, GOLF, etc. You like to wear hats like Daddy and love it when just you and he go out for "coffee" (aka - doughnuts for you!).

You are loving school and if Mommy is behind you are constantly asking her when you can start school for the day. You listen very well and are learning lots. You know and recognize all your vowels and their sounds and you are pointing them out everywhere you see them. You are learning how to properly use scissors, to color in the lines, trace things, and write in cursive.
You love to sing and do so all the time. You love going to Sunday School and learning all about the Bible. Lately you have been asking more questions about God, Jesus, and heaven. Just the other day mommy went through how to get to heaven with you. I know you don't completely understand it all just yet, but Mommy and Daddy are praying that very soon you will understand and accept Christ as your Savior.
You are such a big boy and we love you so much. Mommy and Daddy look forward to seeing all that you will learn, how much you will grow, and all the fun things we will do in this next year.
We love you, buddy!
Until next time...