Happy 4th birthday bud! (I know you can't read yet, but that's okay!) Almost every night, long after everyone else is asleep, I sneak into your room, pull the covers up to your neck, kiss your cheek, whisper "I love you bud," and say this prayer: "Father, I pray that above everything else, my boys grow up to be men who love you!"
Have a great afternoon riding your new bike with training wheels!
(It's hard to believe that I'm the father of a 4-year old! Boy, do I feel old!)