We had such a fun day with our birthday boy today. He woke up to $5 from the tooth fairy for the front tooth he lost last night. It was a traumatic experience; he REALLY wanted it to come out, but was SO afraid that it would hurt. I totally remember feeling the exact same way. We finally all calmed down enough for me and Neal and Miles to be on his bottom bunk bed. He hugged Bear, I hugged him, and Neal pulled the tooth. I wasn't sure it was out, then Miles turned up to look at me, and I exclaimed in sadness, "Oh bubs!"and shed a few tears.
I have been emotional about his birthday all day; it's been hard on me. It's kind of the final goodbye to our child-bearing years, I feel like. If we had another baby, seven years would be a really big age difference. Not that we ever talk about having another one, but I think we both miss the tiny ones every once in a while. I don't know; mixed feelings, but all bittersweet. Bitter that those days are past and that our baby is big, and sweet in that we are so happy with the three wonderful kids we have. I'm counting on babies in heaven, I tell you.
Lots of Miles' buddies are out of town, and we aren't big on parties anyway, so we went to a trampoline park today, where Audrey (broken arm) and I both read and the boys jumped. Then we went school shoe shopping, which Miles loves, out to lunch, and home to wait for Daddy. When Neal arrived, Miles opened his gifts and we went to dinner at Kobeya. Then home for cupcakes, because a cake goes to waste around here. We may do something with a couple buddies later in the week; we'll see if a cake appears then.
I did comb the dude's hair and take him outside for a mini photo shoot. I just love his little face so much. Miles is such a happy guy; he brings such a lightness to our house and family, and I am so grateful every day that he still lets me hug and mug on him.
This one just screams "Miles" to me. He is always giggling about something.
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