He made me the happiest person I could ever hope to be.
2 years old.
Three years old.
Four years old.
Final day as a 4 year old.
This is the first birthday where I've felt some melancholy and I suspect it's because Raf is soon off to school - no longer a baby, toddler, or preschooler, but an ever increasingly dependent little boy who's getting ready to be in the big wide world.