Happy birthday, Cowboy. You turned 4 on April 10. I recorded an interview with you a few days prior. We were discussing what you might want to be when you were bigger. Surprised you never said cowboy. You did, however, mention (1) fireman with a helmet, (2) police boy and (3) boy fairy. I asked if being a boy fairy meant helping people. Nope. It was all about taking “toofs.” You then asked what I wanted to be when I grew bigger. I told you a Mama & photographer. You told me I could still be anything I wanted. And, by golly you speak such truth. You said I should be a police girl. Don't be surprised one day.
You are precious. We thank God that He gave you to us for however long. You teach me about love, patience, excitement, & living now. Your prefer pajamas over any other clothing & will roll around on the floor to make your point. You don't like change very much. You love your Tata & Mama. You adore your sister. You're not without fault like every other person on Earth.
Thank you, my son, for your unconditional love that truly radiates from deep inside you. Our lives were changed for the better when you arrived. We are rich with love that we share as a family. All else will fade away like dust in the wind. God is Love & we are His.
