4

Madelyn,
You may not understand the concept of turning 4, but it is official. You are 4 years old. You woke up this morning ready to take on the day being 4. You stood in front of your growth chart and said, "but it still says I'm free (three)". I snickered to myself and explained as best as I could about what being four means.

4 years old. No longer momma's little baby. You are a big girl now. You are sure to correct me if I forget. You are so bright and brave.

Beautiful inside and out.

Everybody is your friend. 

Even the boy down the street who we don't even know his name and you've never spoken to.

You are still so very timid.

It is like pulling teeth trying to get you to say thank you when a stranger is kind to you.

You love to show us how big you are with how high you can jump, how fast you can run, how much you can climb... etc...

I am so happy to be able to call you mind and that I get to spend all my days with you!