He has eyes that make you notice him and a smile that feels like a reward. His facial expressions are more abundant than his nicknames, and he is all about the dab these days.
He had four friends over this morning for a little party, and he wouldn't call himself "four" until the song had been sung and the candles blown out.
He hits legit doubles in backyard baseball, thinks Batman is the best, and could play Legos or imaginary sports games for hours.
He sits through entire professional baseball games (given enough snacks) and typically has an accurate count on how many outs there are at any given moment. He has been an entire year without any issue from his dietary syndrome, much in part to his mature abilities to wait for approval before eating anything and to walk away with his dignity even when other kids are eating something amazing that is not for him.
He delights in time with friends and is happiest when all six of us are together. And he loves a good snuggle and will out of the blue say, "I still love you, Mama."
Happy fourth birthday, Big J! You are so very loved.
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