It seems like a cliche` but it is so true. I can’t believe how fast kids grow up. Has it really been two years since this baby boy was welcomed into our arms? It doesn’t seem possible.
We went to our two normal stops, the Artic Circle and the Butterfly House. Even though they have been there about 20 times… my kids still get juiced about seeing all of the animals. We also made some stops at the Reptile House and a few other places… but Megan and Paul wanted to spend the most time at the playground. They love the playground and could spend all day there. And when I am fully rested I like to spend a long time there too.
After playing for a while we decided it was time to head for Romeo. We got home, put Paul down for a nap, and all rested a little bit more.
When naptime was over the time had finally come for Paul to open his presents. He got a lot! [Yes, he had opened most of his gifts before but I brought him some from Northern Ireland and my mom’s box had just arrived.] He got lots of clothes and plenty of toys. He seemed mostly please with the “Little People” toys that my mom and Kristen got for him.
Two years old. So long, yet SO FAR TO GO. I remember the day and moment that he was born like it was yesterday. There was laughter and joy in the delivery room that day. I’m not kidding, we laughed a lot during the labor and delivery of my boy. We marveled at how big he was when he was born. We stared into his big beautiful eyes. And we proudly shared with our family the name Kristen and I had picked out for him years before. Paul Garrett. Paul was my paternal grandfather. Garrett was Kristen’s maternal grandfather. I long to see my son grow up to be the man Kristen’s grandfather was. A humble man who worked hard and loved the Lord like crazy. He is my sturdy oak tree.
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