So the big man turned four this weekend. Officially it was on Sunday, but we had a full house of his mini-friends, family and support crews for the big party on Saturday afternoon.
Friday night Andrew had a hard time getting to sleep. He came down from his room about an hour after we had put him to bed and told us he was nervous about turning four. At first I had to admit that I was a little less than sympathetic but the missus didn’t skip a beat and told him how daddy doesn’t really dig getting older either. Which, funny enough, is true. I’ve never been into big birthday parties and whatnot, so why should I be surprised about my son’s reservations, right?
Of course, he did eventually get to sleep that night and had a blast the next day. So did the missus and me. Sure it’s a little sad to watch him grow up. After all, only four years ago he was a baby in my arms. Now he’s turned into quite the big boy. Yet whatever sadness that I may have when it comes to him getting older quickly turns to joy when I see him discover something new about his world. And when you’re four, those sorts of discoveries happen on a daily basis.
How cool is that?
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Damnit! That means I need to start figuring out what we are doing for our kids in a couple of weeks.
There’s still time to sell them to the gypsies…