My sweet Dylan Robert. Climber of all things climbable. And some things not climbable. You have brought so much excitement and fun into our family. It was on this day 4 years ago that you made your grand entrance into this world, 3 weeks early. All 8lbs 1oz of you and each of your 20.5 inches sucked me in immediately. You amaze me every day. I love you so very much, my sweet boy. Dylan. Dyllie. Dylliebar. Chubs. Chubby. Goober. Princess (don't ask). You will always be Mama's little boy. I have loved watching you change and grow over the last four years, and I look forward to watching you grow and change for the rest of my life. Dylan, I love you, and I always, always will.

Here you are on your first day of life. You came out screaming at 2:32 PM after 15 hours of labor. I couldn't wait to get you into my arms and OUT OF MY BELLY! Like your sister, you immediately had Daddy wrapped around your perfect little fingers.

Here you are on your first birthday! We had to give you a bath to get all of the icing off of you. You were a messy little eater, and so much fun. We rode horses that day, and you ate a very hungry caterpillar :)

On your second birthday, you had acquired a love for trains. You would spend hours upon hours (and you still do) playing with your trains. Here you are with your Daddy getting ready to blow out the candles. I love to see how much you had grown in just a year.

The morning of your 3rd birthday we picked Daddy up from the train station. We had breakfast at iHop bc by then you had become addicted to pancakes. Then off we went to Monkey Joes (where this picture was taken) and you and your sister bounced, slid, and ran your little hearts out. You also got a haircut that day, the first official haircut.

And here you are on your 4th birthday full of spunk and fire. You're a sweetheart when you want to be. You're as stubborn as they come, but you're a full on charmer with the sweetest little smile and captive brown eyes. You're a helper, a lover and a fighter. You love trains, still, and you say you want to be a football player when you grown up. You love your sister, though you fight a lot, and your greatest desire is to see God with your own eyes. I pray that it remains your goal your entire life. I love you my sweet brown eyed boy.

Love you always,
2 Responses
  1. Melanie Says:

    oh court. what a sweet tribute to your handsome little man. He is such a doll and I enjoyed looking at the pics of him through the last 4 yrs. Happy Birthday sweet man! we love you!

  2. Suzanne Says:

    Adorable! How are you doing? I haven't heard drom you in awhile...hope you're okay! :)

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