Miller turned four years old on November 21. We were in Pennsylvania for Rebecca’s funeral on his actual birthday and it didn’t seem like the right time to celebrate. So instead of one big party, he ended up with three small ones. Miller is so easy going and agreeable that he didn’t care one bit that he didn’t have a big party for his birthday like Wilson and Faith usually have. Honestly, small parties are all he has ever known for his birthday. Each of my children have gotten the short end of the stick in some regard, and Miller’s just happens to be his birthday parties. They still have the traditional cake, family and gifts, but that is it. I remember Faith having a birthday party at the playground with her “friends” when she turned two and Wilson had his third birthday party (a combo with Faith’s) at Monkey Joe’s. I guess that by the time the third child came, I was tired of doing birthdays (it doesn’t help that Miller’s is only a few weeks after both Wilson and Faith’s birthday). However, a kid can’t complain about having three small parties instead of one big one!
Miller’s first “party” was at Maw-Ma and Pa’s house on Friday night. Some cupcakes were dropped off at the house so we decided to stick a few candles in it and sing “Happy Birthday”. Aunt Kim even brought him a soccer ball….the perfect gift!
Miller’s next party was at his preschool. We brought popsicles to share with his classmates….
His third, and final party, was at my parent’s house with Gabriel and Shepherd, who were in Charlotte for Thanksgiving. Miller was given plenty of gifts from my parents, the boys and Grandmama. We had ice cream sundaes for dessert – Miller’s had candles in it, of course.
My baby is four-years-old. He is still glued to my side and I carry him around as if he were still only two. His demeanor is so calm and sweet that I don’t mind having him around me all of the time. He likes to say, “Mommy, I love you”. If I ask him what he wants for lunch he sometimes may respond, “Whatever you fix me is fine.” (He says that to be sweet and agreeable even though he doesn’t really mean it. But that is just who he is.) He is a fabulous soccer player, loves a good sandbox, and is a fantastic cuddler. My favorite thing about Miller are his cheeks. They are so soft and dense that I kiss them all of the time. I also kiss him because he is my baby. I tell him to quit growing up, but I know that he can’t. I pray daily that I will remember all of the cute, silly and sweet things that he does. I don’t want to forget a thing! I am truly blessed.