Four years ago on warm Wednesday afternoon, a large chunk of my heart broke off and ran away with a brown-eyed boy you all know as Nub. I'll never get that exact chunk back, but what I lost has been returned with interest every time that kid wraps his wiry arms around my neck and gives me a good squeeze.
I could talk for days about the things I love about my boy. Most of all, I'm just glad that he's mine.
Happy 4th Birthday Big Guy! I love you to the moon and back.
(p.s. Remember how we took the training wheels off your new bike today and you pedaled solo like a pro? That was AWESOME!)
**The Nub at 1 year, 2 years, 3 years