“I will be two!” Boy said tonight, holding up one finger on each hand.
I gave a sentimental sigh, the kind that whooshes out of you when you look at your child and realize that he is nothing like the baby that once, well, whooshed out of you.
“You are two,” Daddy corrected him, as most of his birthday lay behind him, a montage of meals (he requested noodles for his birthday dinner) and family and outings and napping.
Unconcerned, he hopped on his new ride-on airplane and zoomed away, naked as the day he was born. Maybe he does have more in common with that newborn babe than I thought…
Happy birthday, Boy!