From receiving blanket to work shirt. It took four years. Four years of learning how to be parents of a son. Four years of laughs. Four years of love. Four years since we named you “Jehovah will give another son” “Noble.” Four years since we honored your Italian and Irish heritages in one name. Four years since your Daddy first proclaimed, “He has more hair than I do!” upon first seeing you. Four precious years. I love you, my blue-eyed son. Happy Birthday.