A letter to The Preschooler (4th Birthday Post)

How on earth is The Preschooler four? He went to bed aged three, as usual, Monday night and then woke up a four year old on Tuesday.  I know it sounds terribly cliche but I can't believe he's four already, I can still remember the day he was born as if it was mere weeks or months ago, not years.  I have no idea how that happened, how has time gone so fast?  So fast that it feels stolen.  I just wish, I could freeze it now and then.  Because it’s so precious.  Because he’s so precious.

I'll write about his actual birthday in the next post, you know to go full on Mummy Blogger at you complete with pictures.

Dear The Preschooler,

I thought you were my last.  I was told you would be by The Almighty Husband and yet here we are celebrating your fourth birthday with your baby sister flip flopping about inside me.  You're going to be an awesome big brother.

You’re bigger and brighter than life.  You, like your siblings, are my eternal sunshine in a grey world.  You’re the last thing I see before I go to sleep and the first thing I see when I awake.  Your little snorts and grunts are the soundtrack to my dreams.

You’re so heartrendingly charming.  You’re funny and cuddly.  You’re imaginative and creative.  You’re a diva and even that as frustrating as it can be, it utterly endearing.

There’s a wild magic within you.  Keep it safe my darling.  Never let it go.

I have nothing to give you, other than my by heart.  But it’s yours.  It’s yours and your siblings baby.

You'll change the world baby, just by being you it's already a better place.

Yours always,

Mummy

xxx