Four

Today is my son's fourth birthday.

Wow.

It feels like forever and the blink of an eye all at the same time.

For the longest time, I never thought I'd have a kid. Now I can't remember what life was like before he got here. And I wouldn't want to.

I never thought anything I was part of would turn out as well as he has.

I know all parents say this about their kids, but that little dude is awesome. He's sweet and funny and smart and clever and imaginative and amazing in so many ways. And as great as he is, he keeps getting better every day.

I hope he keeps it up.

I hope he stays like he is, but also grows into what it seems like he's going to become. I hope I can help him get there. I hope I live up to my responsibility. I hope I'm able to make his life better than mine in the same way my parents did for me. I hope the world isn't too far gone and he gets a fair chance at everything he deserves. I hope I get to see it all happen.

If he somehow ever reads this, I'd want him to know:

It's been wonderful seeing you be you. Keep it up.

Happy birthday, bubba. Te amo, señor.