Happy Birthday to my favorite little man. It is hard to believe that Robby is now four years old!
When he was a newborn, everybody told me to cherish every moment because they grow up so quickly. I listened politely and nodded in agreement, but it isn't until today that I think I fully understood. It seems like just yesterday that I was bringing him home from the hospital, scared because he seemed so fragile and I was such an inexperienced Mommy.
Today he is not nearly as fragile, but I still want to protect him. He wears scrapes and bug bites like badges of honor. He is sturdier, but I continue to worry about my parenting abilities. I suppose that will never change.
Happy Birthday Robby. You are growing up. I beg you to stay little, but you aren't listening.