Georgie turned four this weekend. Thankfully, this came with a flurry of smiles, so much love and a sense of pride as opposed to sentimental shenanigans on my part, i.e locking myself in the bathroom so no one can see the tears right before he blows out the candles. Yes, it has happened. It’s natural to become emotional with each passing year, right? I still can’t believe he’s four yet but then again the changes I note on an everyday basis shake me up more than any number ever could. My baby is becoming a little man. He is my best friend and the reason I laugh out loud, almost every day. No exaggeration.
