Today, David turned 4 years old. This morning, as he carried downstairs a big gift box that I placed in his room last night after he fell asleep, he excitingly exclaimed "Mama, am I 4 years old now?" There's no mistake, he was more excited about the fact that he is a big boy now rather than what the gift box holds inside. And honestly, I am not sure who is happier more that 3's behind us, him or me. Happy Birthday, my big boy!