Danny turned 4 today, and it blows my mind. I think part of that, though, is that I’m still coming to terms with the fact that he’s NOT the baby anymore. He was the baby for so long that it seems odd to see him, all huge and big and grown up, beside his baby brother. When did that happen, anyway? He’s seemed to make a lot of “life skills” progress lately, making leaps in communication, sleeping in his bed instead of where ever he crashes around the house, understanding and following directions… It’s a treasure and a joy to watch him.
I could go on forever, of course, and I seem to do a lot of that lately with is progress. Instead, I’ll simply report that his birthday, while quiet and low key, has been perfect for him. He doesn’t really understand the concept of it being his birthday, so we just made it fun. He got a pancake breakfast, a giant banana bread “cake” (since he loves banana bread), a couple of gifts (that he absolutely loves), and just a good day. What more can you ask for, really?
Oh yes, and the love and best wishes of a big brother as well, who was SO into Danny’s birthday. He basically demanded we take him to the book store today so he could pick out a gift for Danny, and then he came home, disappeared into his room, and made this card:
Happy Birthday to our sweet boy, we hope you had a great day and we also hope you like your basketball hoop set, Grampa wants to play you a game or two sometime. Love you to the moon and back, gramma and grampa Richards
Love the card! Put it somewhere safe…that’s a keeper.