My darling, amazing Millar,
Four! You’re growing up so quickly.
I could go on about the amazing things you do but I would sound boastful. You are so smart and so funny and so caring and wonderful and I love you so much that sometimes I cry just thinking about it.
It’s not all sunshine and lollipops though. You are four now and have been getting better at arguing and asserting your independence and practising your loudest “No!”s an awful lot.
I have a photo of me on my fourth birthday. I am sitting at the table with my mother and I have a super grumpy face and it looks like I’ve been crying. My mum is looking at the camera and looks exhausted, exasperated and totally over it. The looks on both faces are now very familiar to me.
At least I know that your tantrums are either normal or genetic… or karma.
I’m sure you’ll love being four. You are enjoying “school” more than you used to and I know you will love kinder when we get back to Australia.
Happy Birthday Millar. I hope today is the best day ever.
I love you,