To Noah

Dear Noah,

This week, you will be four years old.

The time has passed so quickly. I cannot believe you are starting pre-school in the fall. I can't believe how much you know, how you can spell your name, and count to two hundred.

You're crazy and creative, funny, and stubborn. You learn from Travis, and teach Sophie. You fight, but you also make up willingly. You love attention, but only on your own terms. For as aggravatingly obstinate as you can be, above all, your caring and loving personality shines through.

Thanks for being so easy to love.

Happy Birthday.