Good Stuff

Today is my son's birthday; he turned six at 5:12 p.m. At 6:00 p.m., he returned from his dad's house, where he'd celebrated with his paternal grandmother, uncle and aunt, all flown in from Miami (plus his dad's girlfriend). Tomorrow the kiddo and I will go to my folks' house to celebrate with my family.

But tonight the kiddo came home, crowed proudly that he's SIX now and jumped around with glee, asked me for macaroni and cheese, gobbled it down, snuggled on me with a blanket on the couch...and fell asleep after only an hour of being home. And after a while, I carried my 49-pound 6-year-old upstairs and tucked him into bed.

Good stuff.