Today is Grayson's birthday. We will be going to lunch at the cupcake shop in a little bit. We will squeeze this day dry of celebrations.
Four years ago my "attachment parenting" began with the birth of Gray. When I began this blog, he was the baby I was wearing. And that's pretty much how it all started.
(As age 4 has crept up and ducked behind a door, peeking in, making its move, I have noticed a change taking place in Gray. I am whispertyping it here because I don't want him to hear. It's a good change. It has me excited and feeling like humongous prayers are being answered right before my very eyeballs.)