I think I hear every single parent say it every birthday... but I just don’t know how my son is turning four years old in a week. Honestly, time doesn’t stand still.

It feels like yesterday we walked into the foster carers house. Full of unimaginable levels of hope and fear and excitement. We heard you in the kitchen playing with your favourite magnetic fridge toy (it’s still on the fridge now!). You peeked your head around the corner and gave us the biggest grin. Your cheeky little face instantly lit up my life. And you slowly crawled up to your dadda and sat on his lap. There you were. Our baby boy. Fourteen months old. Everything we had ever wished for.

Fast forward almost three years and here we are. Planning your fourth birthday party. A beautiful, strong, happy, healthy boy. So full of life. So full of energy. So loud. So funny. So caring. So kind. How are you mine?

I recently watched videos from our first few months together. Helping you learn to walk, to go down the slide, tickling you til you burst. And it gets me every time how far you've come. How far we've all come.

As you turn four we have gone through so many changes in the last year since your third. I think it’s safe to say it’s been a biggy! But we wouldn't have changed it for the world. It's become a little tradition of mine that on the eve of your birthday I have a flick through your baby book that your lovely foster carer passed to us. And I am always instantly transported back to that time. Reminded of where you started your little life and where you are now.

For your birthday I wish you so much love, so many smiles and to learn so many new things in the year that lies ahead of you. I love you so much. Thank you for changing our lives.

Daddy x