Baylor's Birthday


Baylor’s birthday was AMAZING this year. This was his first time to get a “big boy” birthday party where he got invite all of his friends. He invited his entire class plus Grace Lee and Isaac Strand. We had 13 kids show up out of the 18 we invited, so we were extremely pleased with the turnout. Nona & Papa, Grandma & Grandpa, Tressie & Meela, Gigi, Lori, & Maci were all able to come as well. Baylor chose a Mario birthday party at DeVeau’s Gymnastics and the kids had a BLAST! They got to explore all 3 levels of the gym: they did trampolines and the Shark inflatable slide in the big gym, played on the obstacle course in the kids’ treehouse, and got to run around the Ninja Zone (which ended with a Happy Birthday jump into a barrel of foam and giggles like I’ve never heard before as his friends buried him in foam blocks.) After all the excitement, the kids came back to the party room for cake and silly photos with Mario props. After we cleaned up, we headed home so Baylor could open presents from the family. He got so much cool stuff: Pete the Cat board game, Auburn t-shirts, dry erase placemats, an interactive globe, spending money for the cruise, Chuck. E Cheese gift card, and so much more. He was thrilled!! And he got some wonderful gifts from his party as well: several board games and lego sets, a Lite Brite, and a few gift cards! We had just enough time for him to test out some of his new stuff before heading to Table (local restaurant) for dinner. It was super yummy. Baylor had a great time sitting with different people and being the center of attention and we enjoyed getting to spend some time with our families. Baylor went to bed a very tired but very happy boy.

I can’t believe he’s 4. It feels like he’s been here forever and yet I feel stunned that he’s not still my tiny baby. And to tell you the truth, I’m glad he’s not. I loved his tiny days with his little giggles and endless kisses but I wouldn’t trade what I have now to get them back. This little boy is the light of my life. I love hearing his thoughts and ideas, his stories, his jokes. He somehow has a sharp, sarcastic wit at barely 4 that makes me laugh so hard I get a stitch in my side. I love answering the “hows” and the “whys” and listening to his “hypothesis” on how things work and helping him test those out when we can. I love his fascination with big numbers and the uncountable number of math problems we have solved together. I love how deeply he loves his family. I love that he loves being helpful and silly and kind. He constantly impresses me with what a good and kind big brother he is to Louisa. Seeing how much he loves her makes my soul just burst with joy. I can’t even put into words how proud I am of this kid- my sweet, smart, sensitive, silly, spirited boy. I don’t know how I got to be so lucky that I got to be his mother.

He doesn’t want to be 4 yet. He doesn’t feel ready. So I told him he could stay 3 as long as he wanted and that 4 is waiting for him when he decides he’s ready. He wants to stay little a bit longer. I’m just fine with that. I’ll savor each moment that I have with him. I didn’t anticipate just how few there would be at each age. He’s constantly changing, constantly doing and saying and trying new things that I’ve never seen him do before. I try not to think about the next birthday and the next and the next. Do they keep getting sweeter, as this one has? Or is there a line where you start looking backwards and wishing that time would start moving the opposite direction? I hope not. This boy has my heart in his hands. Every day, he says the sweetest words I’ve ever heard: “Mommy, you’re my best friend.” I just hope that’s still true in 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 years, sweet boy. I hope we’re always the very best of friends.