Our little Dexter turned four this past Sunday. It both feels like we’ve had him forever and that we just got him. Four years go slow and fast, much like him. When we found out we were pregnant with him I have to confess I was upset. I’d found some peace in knowing our family was complete and loved Drew as the baby. And I was scared to add number four. We went in for his 20 week ultrasound and with much confidence the tech announced, “IT’S A GIRL!!” only it wasn’t. It was Dexter. And we needed a Dexter. We just didn’t know it.
I can’t imagine a girl in his place now.
When he was born he had a natural mohawk. It matched his labor, sharp and long. He was born early in the morning. Meeting his dad and sister and a photographer friend first and then welcomed home by his brothers and the rest of the family. He was a skinny, chicken legged baby. I think he could of eaten a cow a day and never been big. He was too busy to keep weight on. But he was this cute, grouchy faced baby who I just loved. A mix of Kevin and my brother, he wore his name well and still does.
My Dexter is spunky. He’s witty for a four year old and though he struggles with words he never fails to show his love. He’s an emotional child and free and wild. Things I love about him but also things that make me worry for him. I wouldn’t change him. Not one thing.
Baby four. The wonderfully smart little Dexter. Where did the time go? Soon you’ll be in school and who will talk my ear off about the dark side and Miss Joy? Who will roll over after a nap and ask for snuggle and tickle? So fast these days pass and so soon I miss the yesterdays.
We celebrated with just family this year. It’s still to much to have a big party. I learned that last year. We decorated the house in Mickey Mouse, had a Snoopy cake and added several new friends to our menagerie of toys. He was happy and the next day upset when his birthday was over. Little did he know that Chuck E Cheese was in his near future and we finished off the birthday celebrations with a trip to Build A Bear. It was a good number four for a good little boy.
Happy birthday little man. I hope it was one you remember. I will. Missing tooth smile so happy to celebrate. Happy birthday my little love.