how did this happen? how did i become the mother of a four year old? time is marching on. for some reason i have only thought of gibson as reaching the age of three and then staying there forever.
oh, how my four year old boy has grown this past year. with the start of preschool he has become my little letter master, name writer and story teller. i think however, my favorite is how he has learned to fill our buckets by giving hugs, saying i love you and helping out around the house. on the outside gibbers is a risk taker, social butterfly and laugh master. while on the inside he has the most tender little heart. happy birthday my gibson jack.
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