Today The Hurricane is four.
Four.It’s hard to get my brain around this.
Because when you’re four, it means you’re no longer 0-3.
You’re now 4-7. And that’s a whole different category.And that means, we no longer have a baby or a toddler in the house.
We now officially have a little boy living in our midst.
A busy, curious, energetic little boy, who’s obsessed with soccer, and coloring, and chicken nuggets. In that order.
Also, order is a biggy for you.
And this birthday has been anything but orderly
(but that’s another post entirely).
We started off the morning with presents, and songs, and cupcakes.
Then, we made a poster for a school celebration. A milestone poster. Which included things like your first likes and dislikes.
The first time you walked.
Your first word (abra
Your first true love (Sheryl Crow).
Your first beer (kidding).
I guess we still have a few things to look forward to.
The thing is, four years is a season of life.
That was high school.
That was college.
And that is how long we’ve known you.
That seems off.
Because I can remember a lot about middle school.
But I can barely remember not knowing you.
It seems like it’s been 38 years.
And it seems like it’s been five minutes.
Happy Birthday, Harry.