Today my first baby turns four.
My heart swells when I look at him, this growing boy who has his daddy’s deep brown eyes, a special camaraderie with his sister and so much of his mama’s heart within. At four years old, he has many likes and dislikes, but most importantly, he knows how to be a genuine friend and tries his best every day to be a “good and brave knight”. He amazes me with his growing intelligence. He loves the color orange. He owns at least four foam swords and two foam shields and his favorite book for nighttime reading is All About Castles and Knights.
He still loves Curious George.
He refuses to get his hair cut.
He loves to paint.
He is a spring baby and the season of his birth fits his personality perfectly (and how appropriate is it that his birthday falls on the first day of spring?).
He is a gardener. A lover of sunshine and rain.
Ever growing, blooming, surprising.
Always providing for our family in his own unique ways, nourishing us with his spirit and presence.
Our sweet Asher, what an amazing boy you have become! We are so blessed by you.
We love you to the moon and back.
We celebrated with a party in the park this past Saturday. Even though it was windy, it was still sunny and a great afternoon spent with friends.
rainbow cake requested by the birthday boy- my crowning achievement of cakes thus far
still doesn’t love having his picture taken
The celebration was simple and everything he wanted. My heart was bursting as I watched my boy celebrate and play with his friends, just as he imagined.
The only thing that would have made it better was the presence of our missing family members, especially cousin Wesley (who will be turning 5 in about a week!) Since the boys have had joint birthday celebrations in the past, Asher has fond memories of sharing this special time with his Cousin and was talking about him all day. When someone asked him, “How old are you turning?” , his reply was, “I am turning four and Wesley is turning five!” Local friends were left wondering, who in the world is Wesley? We are missing you Wes bud!
And on a completely unrelated note, I ended the weekend with a bang.
Sunday afternoon, as I was skirting around Asher to walk into the kitchen, I slammed my foot into the wall.
And broke my littlest toe.
We ended up going over to the ER to get an x-ray in the evening and after the break was confirmed, I was outfitted with a “funny shoe” and “sticks” (Asher speak for my new little black brace/shoe and crutches).
On the way home Dash and I joked that this is the true pinnacle of my clumsiness.
Hoping my tiny piggy heals fast, cause the funny shoe and sticks totally cramp my stay-at-home mama style.