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On my baby growing up.

Baby boy boy is turning 4 in like 20 days. 😩 Bah. He’s so three… how could he ever be four? 


 I remember waiting for him to come like it was yesterday. #3 felt like the longest pregnancy and I hated every minute of it. Maybe that’s why his baby days were the sweetest, and full of an actual bursting heart.

Obviously, the days feel long and the years go by fast, but in Sigges short little life he’s brought more joy to our lives than I ever thought possible. He loves people easily, he’s go with the flow, he’ll do anything for a laugh, he could color and draw for hours, he tells actual spooky stories in a spooky voice, he’s adventurous, makes friends wherever he goes, and he gives the best hugs. Maybe it’s these reasons that make me mourn a little for moving on to the next stage. I’m not ready for the world to continue to mold and shape him or to dull any of his personality. 3 is a magical age and still feels like I can call him a baby and get away with it… 

In 20 days we’ll celebrate big! With 4 bright candles stuck in his cake and presents ready to be ripped open. And I’ll be excited, because deep down I know 4 will somehow be better than 3. And unlucky for him, he’ll always be my baby. 

xo edc 

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