The final four four time

Ken: Age 4

A mom's perspective: Ken is four today. Four years ago today: Five days ahead of my due date, in the hospital, officially a mom. Feeling amazingly blessed. Tired. Wondering what I'd just gotten myself into. It's four years later: Feeling amazingly blessed. Tired. Wondering what I've gotten myself into. He's in school now. Counting on other adults, and his peers, to help him grow. It's nerve-wracking and necessary. All at the same time. He's sweet. And serious. His teacher tells me that he's really good at sharing. He wants to know the rules. Then he'll push them until they're almost broken. Almost. He tells Sam what to do. Then he makes sure Sam's okay with that action plan. He makes Georgia laugh. His giggle makes me laugh right along with him. Ask him for a hug, and he'll turn sideways and lean in, awkward and natural at the same time. He asks good questions. Listens. Blows out the devotional candles at church. Asks to drive the car. Sings his prayers. Chases bunny rabbits. Loves his bike helmet. Needs his down time. Tucks his stuffed animals in at night. Chooses carrot cake for his birthday. Reminds me of what's important. Four years ago today: And life is good.