Malachi turned 4 this week. He requested a green gun, a green flashlight and a green cake. He got all three, plus a toy crossbow, which he is very happy with. He informed me that he is "getting old" (this said with a sigh of resignation) and he began to talk about the various girls he knows and their desirability, marriage-wise. (for some reason he has an aversion to girls with blonde hair.)
David tactfully pointed out that while he is really too young to be thinking of actual marriage yet, he is old enough to start thinking about characteristics desirable in a future mate. "What would you like in a wife?" he asked Malachi, very gravely. "A baby." said Malachi, just as gravely. He solemnly patted his stomach.
It's hard to believe my little guy is four. It sounds so redundant when mothers say that - doesn't every mother think her little ones grow up too fast? - but it really doesn't seem that four whole years have passed since that -17 degree day I went in to have my baby boy. I have enjoyed every day with him. He has been my baby longer than any of the others and we have a very special bond. I'm pretty happy with him. :)