Four.

four times around the sun.

My dearest Cyrus,
Today your turn four years old.
Its only been four years since you first blessed our lives with your being.
I feel like I've always known you.
You are gentle, loud, funny, kind, clever, and sweet.
You love hard.
You play hard.

 
You are very clear about what you like, and how you like it.

Baseball
space shuttles
trains
orange things
bikes
balls
running
jumping
laughing
hugging
snuggling
holding
rocking
singing
dancing
mommy
daddy
Ava
Sol
Pretzel, your cat
Grandparents
Aunts, Uncles, Cousins
Friends
breakfast
lunch
dinner
snacks
candy
broccoli
water, juice, chamomile tea
Orange, black, red, and white (in that order)
Construction trucks
tools
flags
flowers
costumes
fires
helicopters
cutting, gluing
painting, coloring, drawing
playdough
helping
pizza
soda
Brandi Carlile
Peter and The Wolf
You can get your own drinks
open your own doors
wash your face
brush your teeth
hang up your clothes
straighten your bed
count to 30ish
count backwards from 10
write your name
spell your favorite words
know your letters

You don't like
mushrooms
raw tomatoes
scary things
loud noises
fire works
lighters
yelling
seeing people cry
being sad
feeling guilty
being alone
green beans
bell peppers
thunder
lightning
 
You look like a miniature grey eyed version of your father.
I think you are so perfect.
love forever,
your mama