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Now you are four.

How you have grown this year. In size, in language, in power, in every way. Witnessing your growth is hard to describe - your joy of life, your beautiful innocence and yet that firm decisiveness and clarity - it speaks volumes. You are your own person, you are strong and beautiful and authentic. You are serene and crazy, noisy and mindful, loving and independent. When you were born, you came out like a rocket, your birth took 75 minutes on the dot, it was so intense and the only thing I could do was breathe and roll with it. (I remember your hands, they were so big and solid, they were nothing like little newborn birdy baby hands.) I've rolled with it ever since, because living with you is living with my heart as my guide. There is no need for being rational, all we need is that softness between us, and the trust, and we'll be fine. 
My little man, I am in awe of your joy and your happiness, your trustfulness and your humour. You are a true gift, you enrich my life to the brim, I love you so my heart will burst.

Happy birthday, my Falk, now you are four. 

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