Gavin is the first to jump in and do things, he knows no limits. This boy has chased his older brother down the hallway with a toy sword, and held Caleb hostage in his room. He was the first to climb the small rock wall in our back yard. Mastered jumping into the pool sooner then either of his siblings, and will always find something to break. Which he is quick to apologize for, kiss my hand and then turn around and comment on the awesomeness of the flying car that crashed into the vase.
His newest obsession is skateboarding. He carries his little board everywhere and does tricks. He is a very coordinated and physically nimble little one. He can ride, turn and jump his skateboard. He yearns to be Tony Hawk and will only wear skateboard gear, and awesome pants. What is awesome pants, you ask? Warm up, gym pants, with a stripe down the side. That is all Gavin will wear. But, he will change his shoes ten times a day. He is the only one of my three kids that cares about what he wears and has very strong opinions about it.
He is still growing into the little man he will become. Each day more pieces of him are shown to us. This stage, him being newly 4 he is our wild card. I can see him traveling the world, living life, never slowing down, life of the party. Or living in our basement. He has told us that is where he will live, because he will be a scared adult and he loves us too much to ever leave. I am excited to see where this little boy goes. Just today I was holding him and giving some love to my birthday boy, he took my face in his hands, and exclaimed “Mommy you are gorgeous.” In the most sincere voice. He then got down, and made farting noises down the hallway. Found Nora and Caleb and did something to cause them to yell at him in anger. Then they all started giggling. This boy is life. He lives it all, does it all, enjoys it all, and giggles his way through it.
I will forever have his little squeal laugh ingrained in my mind. His constant smile, even when he is swimming in my memory. He is my last baby, the one that I will continue to hold close, and not mind that he is slightly small for his age. He does not mind either. For all of his big talk and turning 4, he whispers to me “Mommy, I want to always be your littlest little.”