An Over-Planned Birthday Bash
My oldest turned 4 the other day. Four years that he’s been with us and I look at him and marvel. I’m someone’s mom. That’s crazy.
What’s crazier is that Logan apparently thought he was turning 14. First thing in the morning, he whispers in my ear: “Can you tell? My voice is deeper now that I’m four.”
Excited about his banana cake.
Blink. Blink. What did he just say?
Logan stares at me, expecting an answer.
“Yes, you’re right!” I lie enthusiastically. Where … Read more ...