My Bubby just turned FOUR years old. And I took him out into the backyard to pick a ripe, fluffy, dandelion. I said "make a wish Bub," and he took me very, very seriously.
Afterwards I asked him what his wish was and he hesitantly questioned, "do I have to say?"
No, Bubby. You do not have to say.
We spent the entire day doing anything he wanted, just Bub and me. We started at the mini golf course, moved to the arcade room of the golf course, tried our hand at garage sale shopping, and ended up with a picnic on our patio with Daddy.
The sandwiches were dry, but the company was charming. And it was this bittersweet, syrupy mix of warm moments and nice, but hard to swallow, realizations that this was probably our last picnic on our patio. It was Bub's last birthday in our first house, and after dinner we had Bub's last "first" on our sidewalk.
Bub's First Bike Ride.
A little unsteady at first, unsure, but beaming with enough excitement that with just one firm hand on his back---
---He was off
He was off, with the steady concentration of a four year old tongue gripped between chubby cheeks.
Because everyone knows there is no better way to concentrate.
After Bub thrilled us, and himself, enough on his new bike we met up with little brother Teebs for more birthday fun.
There is nothing like the crisp specialness of one on one time with one of my babies, but there is also nothing quite as complete as all of us back together again.
My boys, my Bub and Teebs, they belong together.
They belong together in this slippery, seamless way where pinches and bickering slide right into giggles and whispering. And fast Mustang Power Wheels drives. This endless slippery seam of brothers. It was the perfect ending to the perfect fourth birthday.
My heart aches, just one tiny little pinch, as we enter the very last week of our house with our very last set of memories here. It aches for all of the firsts it holds, all of the laughter, all of the seamless slips from angry words to hand holds. But the ache balances my excitement very, very well. Because alone, the excitement for our move is really too much to handle. But the balance, the balance of a slightly pinched and achy heart with the jittering goosebumps of pure excitement...that makes sense.
Happy Birthday Bubby Roo. In case you don't remember years from now, your last birthday in our first house was absolutely perfect, and we look forward to endless more.
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