Roc = Four

Roc,
  you kill me.  Everything about you oozes passion (we're trying to channel your intensity to be solely positive and productive instead of, lets just say..overwhelming :).  And that passion breeds your drive and determination, (you don't just love super heros you are one, you don't just mess around at soccer practice like most of the kids, your eyes are glued to the coach and your every move is calculated and precise) when you're all in, you're all in.  I truly have no doubt that whatever you set your mind to you'll accomplish, just remember that abundant passion you possess is a gift, spread it around and use it in a way that points others to Jesus.
  Kid you're so smart, while we were eating lunch out the other day you spotted a cracker and said "Look that's in the shape of a hexagon."  I mean seriously, I had to ask daddy if you were right 'cause I wasn't even sure.  Another time we visited daddy's work (which you were beyond pumped about) and while you were drawing an elaborate picture on his dry erase board in his office you said, "Now I just need to incorporate my name into the picture." And dang it bubba, you did.  You might need to slow down smarty pants 'cause the rate you're going, I will not able to help with your homework by like, first grade.
  Can we talk about how insanely similar you are to your paps?  I mean honestly I roll my eyes at the two of you on a regular basis, clones I tell ya. You're so freaky alike that honestly momma doesn't fret about the kind of man you'll grow to be because I picture you growing up to be the ambitious, easy going, helpful, tust worthy, confident man your daddy already is.  I'm sure you take this as the biggest compliment ever, being the daddy's boy that you are, and really you should. I mean I picked him out of all the papi's in the world, so he must have something going for him. The two of you handsomes are two in a million gazillion.
  You're growing up on me Roc, so terrifyingly fast that there are days where I can barely stand not being able to freeze time.  I remember when I laid eyes on you seconds after you were born, angels could have been singing, it was so sweet and you were so perfect, and the instant irrational love that bonded me to you...forget about it, you had me at first breath.  I'm so proud to have you as my first born son, you bring me so much joy, happy fourth bubs!

Love YOU "more-der,"

Momma