A letter to my boy, the day after you turned 4.
There's a song that I sing to you. You actually sing it with me, changing the words to fit me, just the same as I change the words to fit you. It goes like this:
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day,
When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.
I guess you'd say what can make me feel this way?
My guy, talkin' bout my guy - Declan!
(You say "My mama, talkin' bout my mama - Lisa!)
This song is so fitting in so many ways because if I needed to describe you in one word and one word only, "sunshine" would be the word. You are positive, you are sunny, you look at the world through eyes that see things in a glass-half-full kind of way. You say thank you for things that I'm not sure other four year olds would think to say thank you for - today, you thanked me for getting you cough medicine! Papa and I are constantly amazed at your ability to empathize with other people. I remember once, not long ago, Papa mentioning that his knee was hurting, and a few minutes later, you knelt down in front of him and began massaging his knee so he'd feel better. If you have two pieces of candy, you're more than willing to share. The other night, Reilly had gotten into trouble and had lost her bedtime stories. You thought that it wouldn't be fair for you to have stories since Reilly didn't get to have them - I had to talk you into it being ok for you to go ahead and have your stories!
You are a snuggler and a hugger and a kisser and there is such a sweetness in you. I love watching you grow and learn, I love how you still say your r's like Elmer Fudd, I love how you love to dress up and are likely to wear your fireman suit or your Dash suit out when we run errands. Your imagination knows no depth, and neither does your heart. I look so forward to watching you in this next year and I can't wait to see what God has planned for your life. You are my sunshine, my Guy! I love you, Deco! Happy (late) birthday!