As you approach your fifth birthday and enter your last year of preschool, I can't help but think you're growing up too fast. I guess that’s the trend these days with all this twerking business, but that's a conversation for another day.
As a father, there's something special about having a son. Of course I love your sisters as much as you, but it’s different. They are my princesses. You, on the other hand, are my son. And there’s something intrinsic and almost primal about having a son. It’s hard to explain, but maybe someday, if you are lucky enough to have your own family, you too will feel the same way.FULL ENTRY