This is 4

This is four.

Silly and giggly and often wild.
Four is still a sweet baby in the body of a child.

Four is bumpy and ouchy and stumbles and falls.
She’s naturally high and bounces off walls.

Four is tender, gentle, and kind.
Four is a thinker and has a beautiful mind.

Four is sometimes scared and easily worried.
She takes her time and dislikes being hurried.

Four is a sharer, a giver, a pleaser.
Only when attacked does she become a teaser.

Four is an old soul with deep dark eyes.
Her imagination is magical and as limitless as the sky.

Four is a treasure, a gift and a pleasure.
I couldn’t be prouder to call this four, my daughter.

This is four.