Today’s the day that I turn a year older (28 if you’re nosey, just don’t dare ask me my weight) and it’s not typically a day I advertise, but this morning was too cute not to share.
5:30am: I feel the oh-so-light tickle of 4 year old breath on my nose. For some reason, his breath always smells like cheerios. And he doesn’t even eat cheerios.
“Sprout? Its still early. Why are you up?”
“Betause I was thinkin about I’m going to gramma’s house today to make you a cake and a pahty with balloons and a decoration purple is your favewit color but I’m not gonna tell you betause it’s a su-prise and I just gonna say hi mommy, happy birfday like Mommy A told me to.” (that’s to be read all in one breath, just like it was said)
“Hi mommy! Happy Birfday!! Do you wanna wear my pahty hat to work?? I let you borrow!”
And that’s the wonderful way I began my 28th year. At 5:30am.
This mommy gig is so incredible in the most unexpected ways.