My son turns four years old this week.
And if I'm being honest, I don't know where the time went.
Everyone says this, and I spent most of my life rolling my eyes at it, but my goodness, it goes by fast. With parenting, perhaps more so than most things in life, the days are very long but the years are painfully short.
Last year, I started a practice of writing him a letter each year on his birthday.
He can't read them (yet), but my hope is that they serve as something of a compass for his journey. Whether I'm here or gone, I hope that they guide him in the direction of a fulfilling life.
I know I can't walk the path for him, but maybe I can shine a bit of light to give him confidence along the way.
Here is my open letter to my son on his 4th birthday...
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