I want to soak up:
Your bubbly self.
You are dramatic, in the most funny way and you charge through the day with intensity that can only be match be a fully stocked locomotive.
Your love to gather and make little families all over the place. Downstairs in now a small animal family village.
How you and George play so well together and how you call him "Dad".
How excited you are to get a new house even though there is no concept of time.
I want to soak up your enthusiasm for this new chapter in our lives, I draw on it when times are tough for me.
I want to soak up your middleness right now...you aren't little and you aren't quite bit just middle and it's tough.
I want to soak up the last of your four year and remember that you are just four...you are so capable and mature, however you are still just four and we need to remember that. Even when you frighten your eight year old brother because you almost out ran him or when you tramp down to the barn by yourself to play shop or when you set the table you are still my four year old girl, who is packed so tightly with maturity, physical capabilities and personality in a tiny little body.

