Inigo, today, you are four. Yesterday you were only three, and now you are FOUR. Four is big and bold and messy and monstrous, and I can’t believe how much I love you, and the gentle, boisterous, tender and wild thing that you are. I love that you challenge me, and that you care for me, you surprise me and amaze me.
I can’t wait to see what the next year brings. And even though I am terrified about pre-school, I know you are ready, I know you will love it, and I know that a whole new world is about to open up to you, and I am going to have to learn to share you more and more with the world.