Today is Esther’s 4th birthday.
I woke up thinking that I really wanted to do something special for her… and then I got to thinking that I don’t even remember my 4th birthday (or 5th birthday for that matter)!!
It kind of seems strange… work hard to do something special that won’t be remembered.
Oh well, it’ll be fun to see her smile, laugh and get excited!!
i remember my 4th b-day.. had a bullwinkle theme (i am old!) and a neighbor boy punched my pregnant mother in the stomach to see what would happen….
Trust me Ken…it’s in there some where!!
So my mom left a note on my desk “telling” me what happened on my 4th birthday. Here it is:
“Your 4th was in Holland. You started Kleuterschool that morning — you took refreshments for the jufrow and the other kids. Tanta Marian helped give you a party for all your little Dutch friends. Pop was in California because Grandpa Wytsma died on Nov. 10, but it was Nov. 11 in Holland.”
So there it is… my 4th Birthday!!
P.S. Tamara was out of town for 3 days and I got Esther’s birthday wrong… it was actually on Friday and not Thursday — so she got to enjoy back to back birth “days” :)