Four years old

It is so hard to believe my little boy is four. Yesterday was his officially birthday, but we have been celebrating for a couple of weeks.





He amazes me with the things he can do himself (even if he thinks he cannot sometimes). He is independent to a fault, but still my little boy in so many ways.

He has become scared of the dark for some reason. He won't go to the bathroom alone if the light is not already on. He says the shadows scare him.

He loves fiercely and gets angry easily (wonder where that comes from?). He still likes to snuggle at times, and other times he hates to be touched.

He had his first surgery last week. I took my camera, but wouldn't let myself take a picture of him in such a bad state.

I hope this year brings as much happiness as the last four.