Yesterday, our beautiful, imaginative, stubborn, caring boy became a four-year-old.
This past year, he turned from our baby into a big brother. From a toddler into a child.
His birthday requests were all about food, unexpectedly, for he is not much of a eater.
He wanted sucuk (a spicy Turkish sausage) with egg for breakfast, and asked to go out to a restaurant (“restauraunt“) for lunch. He’s only every been once when friends invited us last year, and was hugely excited. He was delighted at the discovery of prawn crackers.
His birthday crown, in previous years worn for a few minutes at most, stayed on his head all day, voluntarily. Proudly announcing his special day in the park, the supermarket, and yes, the restauraunt too.
We came home to open presents and eat that … cake, with a sparkler on top that was the highlight of his day.
I think being four will bring so much fun.
Happy birthday, my love.