Today you are 74 months old.
You spent a lot of time in your Batman costume this month, whether you were brushing your teeth, or cheering your father on to a 2:48 road marathon.
You got your school picture taken. Unfortunately, some kid knocked you over at recess the day before, and it left a small mark on your face. Doesn't matter. You are still lovely, no matter what.
|You look like a teenager.|
You continued to play soccer.
Your father's stunning action shots make it look more glamorous than it really is.
We took a very long drive to view some foliage. You helped us map the route.
The day was worth it, because you got a Native Foods Cafe cupcake.
|This is your favorite way to eat a cupcake.|
Then you cheered mommy on, for a very long way.
|English muffin vegan mini pizzas.|
You had a school fundraiser where all the kids were supposed to run a certain number of laps around the school. The goal for the first graders was 6 laps.
I went to watch the event. On your first pass through, you were solidly in the middle of the pack. Your eyes lit up when you saw me. I asked if you wanted me to run with you, and you looked nervous and said, "I don't think you're supposed to do that."
It was a long time before you came around for the second time. By then, I saw a couple of other parents jogging with their kids. So I joined you. You were struggling, but it helped to run together. We held hands for a while. I stayed with you from laps 2 through 6. We slowed a lot and took a lot of walk breaks. When you finished your 6th lap, there was only 6 minutes left on the clock. You said, "I want to do another lap." I couldn't believe it. You had been struggling and complaining and telling me you wanted to stop the entire time.
"Okay," I said. "But if you want to do this, we have to keep moving." None of your laps had been under 6 minutes so far.
So we kept moving. When we were close to the end, I told you give it all you've got, and I cut across the field so I could see you cross the finish line.
You did it. With what must have been seconds to spare. 7 laps, one more than your goal. That was at least 2 miles, and your last lap was your fastest one. I was so, so proud of you. I still am. I always will be.