Monday, July 18, 2011
This morning, Truman ran into the kitchen this morning while I was putting the cinnamon rolls in the oven and exclaimed, "I'm four!"
Then, "Mimi, can I have some FOUR-year-old-juice and watch some FOUR-year-old-TV?"
And then a perplexed look clouded his face. "O wait, I'm not four until I get home from Wendy's."
I gently explained that he was indeed four all day long! And that he did not have to wait until we picked him up from kidsitting.
But as I held him today and gave him FOUR good by kisses and FOUR goodby hugs, I whispered a Thank You in my heart.
Because this is where we began with him: