21 December, 2010
Friendly's was coming to sing Happy Birthday to him. Over the moon. This boy is a rock star among rock stars. The quiet in the storm, the peanut butter to the fluff. He finds the tissues and remembers the shoes when it seems like just too much for the rest of us. He asks how much I love him and then tells me that he loves me more. Seriously. He is feisty and strong and all that other good stuff, of course. He's mine. But man is he awesome. Happy 4th birthday, my sweet, sweet boy.