To my now four year old boy; the one and only Lars, 18 Sept 2011
To the one that Papa called a Bulldog from the moment he laid eyes on you at 6 hours old. To the little boy who never emptied cupboards, drawers, closets or the refrigerator. The one who never took clothes that I just folded into their drawers and spread them all over the room, or took towels from underneath the sink and unfolded them all into a pile to lie on. The one Who never took the stack of Dixie cups from the sink and crushed them each one individually and rendered them useless. To the one Who never found the Tupperware shelf absolutely irresistible, or the bottle of soap a sheer necessity to squeeze all over onto the counter. To the one who didn't dump the bookshelf daily or empty the blanket box just for fun.
To the one Who is never too curious about anything, really, or too mischievous to get into much trouble. Who is no longer stuck to my hip, but is away at Head-start now, learning to conquer the world without me.
To the boy who cries a lot, cuddles a lot & knows every part of a John Deere tractor. To the boy who loves Cars Cars and can call each character by name & sight from 10 meters away.
To the little boy who can hear a train, plane or automobile 45 seconds before anybody else can.
To the boy who has a memory that would rival brilliance.
To the little boy who takes my bible every Sunday in church and flips the pages just to hear the 'swoosh' sound it makes, but will cover his ears to the 'hiss' of an oxygen tank in the distance.
To the boy who has now become so self aware, it makes me wonder if he's not just a little bit smarter off and better grounded than all of us combined.
To that little blue lifeless body that didn't have much hope about him four years ago, Happy Birth Anniversary.
You're going to have to work a little bit harder in life than some, but you'll be Ok. I love you very much.
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