For Crowbar

Dear Crowbar,

This week you turned four. It seems like yesterday when I held you in my arms for the first time. I remember studying your chubby little face and wondering how on earth I could be so blessed.

I love everything about you. Here are some of the things you do that endear you to my heart:

• You're the best cuddler in the whole history of cuddlers.
• You often ask me how my day was.
• You prefer to be called Crowbar over your real name.
• You've got the cutest, skinniest little pajama butt.
• You make the best helicopter sound effects.
• You've already set high expectations for yourself. (Relax a little, honey.)
• You're a great dancer. Seriously. (You didn't get that from me.)
• I love your dimple.
• You tell jokes to make others happy.
• Your impression of WALL-E is spot on.
• You've known how to work those baby blue eyes since you were two.
• When I scold you, you do that fake quivering lip thing. It makes me nuts, but deep down, I love it.
• You care about your sisters, even when they're being awful to you.
• Your imagination knows no limits. I've never seen a kid who can entertain himself for so long with just his fingers.
• You love broccoli and get mad when I don't make it.
• You took me aside to explain that "Chuck E. Cheese's is clean now" and thus, a suitable location for your birthday party.

Crowbar and Mom at the newly clean Chuck E. Cheese.

The first four years have been wonderful. While we've had some tough times, I can always count on you to give me a hug and a smile when I need it most.

I love you so much.

Mom