Today, Malvin is 4.
In all his 4 year old glory...
In all his 4 year old glory...
Bike riding...
Bossy big boy...
Loves to run and hug...
Sometimes does run-by butt-punches...
Laughs about just about everything...
Cries about just about everything too...
Can tell all kinds of stories in his halting, stuttering Malvin way...
Loves big squeezes and kisses...
Old soul in a little body...
My big-boy 4 year old!
So different than when I first came.
Underdeveloped. Malnourished. Scared of this big obruni. Last to walk. Last to talk. Last of our 4 year olds to go to school.
It took me eight months to win his affections. It took only days to win mine!
He sure has grown.
Love...it certainly is powerful stuff.
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