This is a hard post for me to write because it means my baby's not three anymore. Somehow four years old seems so big. It's so much fun to watch Carter grow up, but it hurts my heart, too because it's happening so fast. One day, he'll stop sitting in my lap and wrapping his tiny little arms around my neck. One day, he won't tell me 20 times in a single hour that he loves me. One day, he won't beg me to play arts & crafts and garbage trucks and watch Curious George with him. But for now, he's still my baby. Just one year older.
Yesterday, we had his birthday party at a great jump place. He had so much fun, and he grinned from ear to ear the entire time. All of our great new friends came to celebrate with us, and I felt so blessed to see how many people have already come to care about my sweet boy in the short time we've lived here. The party was fantastic from my standpoint; I didn't have to lift a finger. The party place took care of everything, down to the tiniest details. I loved just taking pictures, jumping with the boys, and watching Carter enjoy his birthday. He had a really great time, which meant I did, too.
P.S. Check out this picture of Nana sliding head first down the giant inflatable slide. She cracks me up!!!
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