Big Kiss is 4. Wow.

So last week I said this about my Momma: "She has to leave on Saturday and I feel the impending depression coming. I do. I can't ignore it, but want to just enjoy the next few days."

I've been sort of keeping super busy or drinking since she left.

And know what? Today. This very day. My first baby boy is 4. He turned FOUR when I wasn't looking. I want to write a super long lovey (and somewhat *the things you do to torture me*) blog about him but it's just not in me.

Instead, I'll just sigh - and say Happy Birthday, Big boy. God sure did have faith in me when he let me become a mom, OY! I think I did OK - you're a great kid, even when you whine like a girl.