Happy Number 4 Ashton!
And POOF he is four. Some days I try not to blink because it is like pressing fast forward. This life, their life moves far too fast. Happy Birthday, Sprite Guy.
I look around and see a pile of thoughtful birthday gifts: motorcycles, plasma car, wheel barrow, tractors, rc trucks, soccer and tball gear... Tears quietly roll down my face. We have two little boys. No babies. No toddlers. A phase of my life I adored (very much) is now over. I hold those days dear. So, here we go. Little boy phase here we come... Off to more of this good life stuff. Good night, loves.
