Birthday Boy

“Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” — Franz Kafka


My sweet boy turned five this weekend. FIVE! This birthday feels like such a game changer. He has fully crossed over from little kid to kid, you know? In the past three months I have noticed so many mini milestones from learning how to jump rope and ride a bike sans training wheels to fully dressing himself head to toe every day and buckling himself in the car. He is growing by leaps and bounds and I find it exciting and heartwarming. (And a little bittersweet)

It was a fantastic birthday weekend for him. All week leading up to his birthday, gifts were pouring in from all his grandparents (remember, he has twelve!!) The morning of his birthday, the stack of gifts on the dining room table towered over him. After enjoying his favorite breakfast of waffles, he opened his first gift and then we let them trickle in throughout the day. He opened a present….played, played, played…and when there felt like a lull, he opened another present. By late afternoon when it was time for his birthday party to begin, he was already swimming in new toys and books. We had gorgeous weather for his party. The last few weeks we have had some brutally hot days, but the birthday gods shined down on us and gave us the most beautiful sunny and 75 degree day. We walked across the street to our favorite park where lots of his buddies joined him to run around, laugh and play, and of course…eat cupcakes. It was such a blast. He was beyond happy. I couldn’t have asked for a better day for him.


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