Happy Fourth Birthday

Dear Cory,

Happy fourth Birthday to my little “big” man.

The word BIG suits you rather well.  You arrived in this world over a week early, yet you still weighed in over 9 lbs and were 22 inches long.  All the nurses on shift at the hospital had to come and check you out because they thought your hands and feet were huge.

By 10 days you were 10 pounds.  By 2 months you were over 16 pounds.  By 4 months you were already 20 pounds.  Your growth still hasn’t slowed down much.

Cory at 5 months and Keri just shy of 4 years.

But not only are you big in stature, you are big in energy.  There are many days … well, most days … where I wonder how in the world am I ever going to keep up with you.  You go and go and go all day long.  And when you are tired, you get even more hyper.  Your Grandma used to say to your Daddy when he was little, “You are going to be the death of me.”  I feel the same way, but I wouldn’t trade you in for anything for the things you teach me are priceless.

When I take the time to step back and pause and watch you for just a moment, I am in awe.  I can just breathe in your passion and adoration for life.

You feel deeply.

You live deeply.

You love deeply.

You have a natural curiosity about everything.  You love to explore the world around you.  And you accept it all with wonder and amazement.

Cars, trains, planes, treasures and nature boxes.   Letters, words, drawing, being silly, roaming freely outside.  Finding “mysteries” in the carpet, following a bug in the dirt, throwing rocks into the stream.  You drink it all in.  You soak it all up.

I must admit there are times when I feel inadequate to parent you, as if you were given the wrong mother.  I feel at times that I am too structured and too orderly.  You are a lively spirit who craves freedom.   Perhaps this is God’s way of showing me He has a sense of humor .

But I know we were meant to be together.  We are meant to learn from each other.  We are meant to find balance together.

You show me how to embrace life and to live it fully.  After all, you are not afraid to be who you are, who you want to be.  You have no rules, you just follow your heart.

You definitely march to the beat of your own drum, and you do it without looking back, without caring what others think.  You march proudly, with a rhythm of your own.  And of course, along with that beat and rhythm there is your own left-arm-swinging Cory dance that goes right along with it.

I love you Cory, more than you will ever know!  Thanks for being a part of our family!

Much love,
Mommy

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