this boy…
with the soft warm little hands
that still want to hold mine
this boy…
who runs with his big brother,
and sometimes needs help with his shoes
this boy….
who loves to eat apples
and listen to stories of old red trains and happy french lions
this boy….
who still likes to wear a cape
and yellow work goggles up the street
this boy…
who’s big brown eyes and long camel like lashes
that make you melt with the love that it sparks
this boy…
who will never be three again,
and instead will now be four
cityhippyfarmgirl 
Growing up so fast…wish mine still wore a cape.. đŸ™‚
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I’m sure secretly they would like to Celia đŸ˜‰
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Happy birthday to a big four year old. Lovely how he still likes to hold your hand. Alfie holds my hand as we walk to school but I know my days are numbered! Beautifully written post Brydie xx
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They are Charlie… grip on tight!!
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what a sweet sweet poem..happy happy fourth birthday ‘this boy’..you will read the poem when you are grown and smile..smile knowing you were and still are loved so much..
my son is 29 this year and we walk around studley park each week and talk and have a coffee..sometimes we bush walk too..he talks of the future when he has children and we still all get together each wednesday fortnight for a meal..
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Jane I think that’s a wonderful thing to do together. I really, really hope my kids still want to be in my company when they are older.
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happy 4th birthday little guy. very sweet post by your mamma ♥
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Happy Birthday to a big 4 year old! What an exciting and fun age!
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Such a beautiful post, what a lucky boy to get you for his mum, happy birthday đŸ™‚
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Your little monkey must be nearly the same age as my partner’s nephew – he’s 4 this coming Wednesday đŸ™‚ It seems to be a lovely age!
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Oh how I loved that age in my children…that sense of wonder about everything and that trust that their mother knew everything that was wise and wonderful. A time to be treasured. Though our ‘this boy’ has just turned 12 …and that is also a remarkable time. Though when they are 12 they dont’ think you are wise or know everything, but they still don’t mind a hug.
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Birthday blessings! May today be a special day đŸ™‚ ps I’ve not been using my wordpress.com reader so I’m clicking unfollow as I’ve now got your blog in my rss reader
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My boy is 39 and still dons the odd cape.
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beautiful post Brydie – thank you xxx
and big happy birthday to your big handsome boy xxxx
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Happy birthday to your boy. Four is a special time, although we still wear capes here at seven. xx
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You just know how to say it…….lovely my heart is melting
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Enjoy every moment Brydie, the years just fly by!
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What a lovely post.
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Happy 4th birthday little man! You’ve got a great mum!
Beautiful words and photos B x
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Beautiful assessment of your precious little monkey- my children used to disregard my judgement saying I had”mommy eyes”, I do and I’ve come to understand we have a mother’s mouth too, speaking words of encouragement and love. My oldest is now 33 and we still have that loving attachment- only he holds my hand to steady me on the beach rather than the other way around.
Thank you, Brydie, for sharing- and happy birthday to your little monkey!
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Happy 4th!
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A very happy birthday to your treasured boy. A beautiful poem which you should keep for him and present it when he is a young man. Something for him to treasure too đŸ™‚
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Happy Birthday to your sweet boy. . your poem was so beautiful and really captured the feelings of having a son. I loved your photos as well.. especially that first one! xx
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How lovely Brydie – that made my eyes sting! I’ve just had a few days with my grandchildren and the youngest, Mia, who’s nearly three solemnly watched some teenage boys exercising in the park and then did a very creditable imitation of push ups, but the funniest thing was that she accompanied it with the huffing and foofing sounds. It’s such fun to see the world through her eyes.
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Hang on to it, Brydie, for as long as you can. My sweet little boy is gone, replaced by a lovely young man of whom I’m very proud, but, oh, I miss those cuddles.
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I think age 3 is magic in the memory of a parent, and you have captured it beautifully. Enjoy it.
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Late wishes from me, but lovely to see the little one growing tall and strong (I can hear the scrunch of the sand) xx
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