My baby boy turned four-years-old today.
He is so sweet. And so cuddly.
He didn't start talking hardly at all until a year ago at age 3. So I've only had the chance to have talks with him for a year. I'm not sure why, I was worried for a little bit that something wasn't right, but I guess being third-born means having older siblings to talk for you? Just the other day he was in trouble, and he asked, "Mommy, could I earn my privileges back?" My heart smiled. We've come a long way when it comes to being able to use his words! :)
Out of the three "older" kids, he is the one who shares the best. I wonder where that comes from. Even though the others are encouraged to share, I can see when they are sometimes stingy. Gabriel seems to just have more of a giving spirit. I love that about him.
Oh, he has his ornery moments. But this mama has been through the ornery-little-boy thing before. Gabriel can thank his big brother Caleb for preparing me for that! For some reason...most of the time (maybe not all of the time) I can handle his difficult moments better than I could with my first-born.
Happy birthday, buddy. I love you so much.
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