My oldest son has officially destroyed his Angry Birds cake, opened his "Here Comes Science!" CD/DVD by They Might Be Giants and his Dinosaur Train set, and settled down in his room for a long winter's nap. And I know he's only four, but it's already bittersweet to look into a face that's changed from an infant's to a preschooler's and know that he's getting older. Soon enough he'll be in high school, then college, and I won't see the snuggles or the tantrums because they'll get all bottled up inside. So happy birthday to my son--there is no brighter, funnier child I'd rather spend time with, and I will always love you.
And I hope you are this happy (if not making this exact face) forever.