The little guy celebrated his fourth birthday over the weekend.
We’ve called him ‘little guy’ from the day we brought him home from the hospital. The name still fits but I know there will be a birthday in the future when it no longer will. But I am not one to get sad on birthdays. There is just too much to celebrate. Another year lived. Another year learned. And another year we’ve had the joy of spending with our little guy.
We celebrated his birthday with neighbors, friends, and Megan, Mike, and Mikey on Saturday. His party was filled with balloons, cotton candy, smores, philly pretzels, catered food from Wegmans, and many memories for the little guy.
Living away from family is our reality so we’re incredibly thankful for such wonderful neighbors and friends to help us celebrate holidays and life events. Luckily, we’re only three hours away from my sister and her family this assignment, so we’re taking full advantage of the prime location. Only time will where we will live when Weston turns five. Until then, we’re going to enjoy the hell out of four. Happy Birthday, Weston. We love you!