Our Josiah YeJoon turned four today. I told him not to, but he up and did anyway.
The birthday celebrations included a weekend visit from grandparents, ice cream cake, stripped wrapping paper and blue balloons. And Angry Birds. The kid is flat out crazy about them birds.
I can't believe my baby is four.
Truly, I can't. Last night, long after he had fallen asleep, I tip-toed into his room and smooched his cheeks a half a dozen times as I prayed over him. And then I cried a few tears as a curled up in bed and Josh didn't even need to ask why.
Josiah is a gift. I say it often and I'll keep on saying it because it's the straight up truth. Because that's what I think when I look into his almondy eyes and kiss his round face and sweep his hair from his forehead. Every time.
This boy is all kinds of special wrapped up in brave and wonder and joy.
Happy Birthday, Love. We're so thankful your story has woven into ours. How blessed we are.