Letter to son - Early February 2014
Hello my Big Boy 4, You were thrilled to bits to finally reach the Big Boy status of Four Years Old. Now you are even stronger, braver and cleverer than ever before. When I write your name it must ALWAYS be followed by a great BIG 4. My little darling, you won't let me call you baby any more, even when I explain that baby is not me calling you a newborn but me giving you pet name indicating my love for you. You'll still be my baby when you are SIXTY-four. Which is OK, because you tell me you want to live with me forever, and I tell you that you can live with me for as long as you want. For "fifty-ten years", you say, and I say, I really hope that we are still living together then, because I will be one hundred years old. Any big thing, be it distance, or age or height, is ten. Ten must seem to be a very big number for you right now. You know your numbers perfectly, both recited and written and you are grasping simple mathematics which amazes me. You kn