How is it that four years have gone by so fast?
Does it really only take four years to turn a gang-sign throwing newborn into a young lady who uses facepaints to make herself into a tiger?
2004-08-18:
2008-08-18:
I found myself at breakfast this morning with the birthday girl, her mom, and her grandfather. During a moment alone with my father-in-law I commented “How do I have a four year old? How does that make sense?” He looked me straight in the eye and shot back “How do I have a thirty-four year old?” Which just goes to show, I guess, that we’re all faking it to some degree, and none of us think of ourselves as being old enough for where we are in life.
The good news is that being four appears to be a very good thing from the perspective of the new four year old. Happy Birthday, kiddo.
