He turns four tomorrow. Four. Too big, I've said for months. Four is much too big. Not a toddler anymore. Barely a preschooler. A kid. With stretching limbs and vocabulary and dreams.
We spent a long time together yesterday afternoon. It's his last day of school today. He's sad. He doesn't want to leave the "threeyearowds class". He doesn't want to leave Ms. Lisa. She won't be in the "fouryearowds class." It worries him. He adores Ms. Lisa. He can't imagine liking school without her in it.
"She'll miss me" he says. "She'll miss me cause she wuvs me."
And it's so beautiful. His love. His wide eyes. His tiny world. And sitting with my mischievous, sensitive, big-hearted boy, suddenly four doesn't feel so big.
It feels kind of...perfect.