Carter turned 4 yesterday and I can’t believe how time flies. It seems like yesterday that we were in the hospital, waiting for him to be born. I can’t even begin to explain how much he has changed my (our) life for the better. He’s a reflection of everything we are (as you can tell by the picture above – he’s sorting his comics). It’s such an amazing feeling, one that only a parent can know.

He’s full of quirks that make him unique. He talks constantly, to the point that it will drive you crazy sometimes. That is, until he says something so cute or intelligent that it makes you forget everything that’s happened and it instantly brightens your day. Weekends are the best, because I’m always home when he wakes up. He’ll wake up and yell for one of us to come to his room. As soon as you climb in the bed, you’ll get the biggest hug and “I love you” that makes a perfect start to any day. He’s always entertaining, especially to any group that will work with him. The last time I had lunch with a few friends, I barely got a word in edgewise. He can hold his own in any discussion about Star Wars, Transformers, Spider-Man, X-Men or any other geek topic he’s seen me partake in.

To sum it up, I’m proud to say he’s my son. Happy Birthday.