After four months, the Bain birthday train has chugged into it's home station.
There are hardly words for this boy. He's determined and sure, perhaps sometimes too certain his plans and ideas must be implemented. His joy and enthusiasm for daily life spill over like champagne Kombucha into our days. He's also sweet, kind, and quirky; most of his actions as colorful and full of sparkle as his crystal blue eyes. When his birthday party had to be postponed because his best friend and brother spiked fevers he smiled and said he understood. And meant it.
Over his chosen birthday breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes this morning he said he doesn't want to get any bigger. He told me eight was his favorite number, and if he grows any more he won't fit through his secret fort entrance in the woods.
Astonished, my heart melted like the chocolate in his pancakes at the thought of his wish (and mine) coming true. Of him always needing the silky shorts and wanting 3 different types of kisses before he can go to sleep.
I could only say Amen to his wish that this year passes much slower than the last. my wish is for us to practice enjoying every single moment and that he can find a way to expand his secret fort entrance and stay a little boy a bit longer.
Because I know before I turn around another year's birthday train will be pulling into the station and ten is a whole 'nother ball game.
Lib
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