Fitzy turned 4 in April. FOUR.

This face. I can’t believe that I get to be his momma.

He challenges me every single day to be better. He prays for me when I’m angry. When I’m sad. When I’m just having a bad moment. He tells me I’m the best – especially when I’m not. He loves legos. He loves ninjas. He loves karate. He prays for Enoch and reminds Jesus that Enoch is his little brother. He paints pictures for daddy to hang at work. He paints pictures for Enoch and asks me to write on them. Mom – write – don’t be scared because grandpa loves you. He loves to eat bread and butter. He loves to drink chocolate milk. He loves to make up songs. He loves to make people laugh. He loves Doctor Who and Star Wars. He loves watching Chopped. He wants to be a chef or a lego builder when he grows up.

He’s so silly.

He loves tattoos. He was a pirate for about a week – hence the dreadlocks.

FOUR. He will be starting pre-school in the fall. He’s so excited!

On his birthday – he picked the restaurant and the guest list.

Olive Garden. Aunt Lori & Uncle Bob & Matt. Uncle Bruce & Aunt Marilyn.

Gramma & Grandpa and G & Pa.

Happy 4th Birthday sweet boy. You are so loved. You bring so much light to this world! We love you!