I remember talking to a friend once about how much we enjoyed our children being "4". I was thinking the other day about the stage Kate is in and how much I love it. And, of course, she's four.
I love that she's grown out of the fit-throwing stage. She's old enough to reason with through words and logic. She has certainly improved in the art of bargaining herself, but for the most part, she understands why we sometimes say, "no."
The best part about "4" though, is that she's not yet too grown up. She still says such funny things. Like yesterday, she wanted some cereal and asked for "Special Bouquet," which I took to mean "Special K." When something like this is said in our house, it sticks. And it makes me smile.
The other day I was asking her about something she had learned at church and she went on and on about it. I could tell it was something that really made an impression on her. At the end of her detailed explanation I asked her how she had felt during the lesson. She responded, "My heart felt warm and cozy, like it was wearing slippers." She's so sweet.
She drew this picture of our family under a rainbow. I think my smile is the best (I'm the second from the left). And the little guy on the end? All by himself? That's Eli. She's pretty sure she's going to marry him so she put him in the family picture. He's "way over there" because he's chasing us, but can't catch us.
Let's keep it that way. She's staying four forever.
