Kenyan is four!
Yesterday, while we were in Thunder Bay celebrating the life of Uncle Louis who passed away last week, read here, another reason for celebrating occurred without as much fanfare. Kenyan, aka son number two, turned four.
Now four is not exactly a milestone like say turning one or five, but to a parent, it is just as important. It is a bittersweet moment where another year’s worth of dependence is relinquished. That tenacious hold that they had on your hand is loosening a bit with every year. You are excited to see what their future holds but also sad to let go.
Kenyan has been everything and more of what we expected in a son and child. Cute, smart, funny, talented, he never fails to brighten our hearts and those around him.
When Kenyan first showed an interest in a shooting a basketball into a mini hoop, I thought basketball was his thing. Then he got a hockey stick for Christmas and he was such a natural with the way he held it and puck handled anything that moved that I changed his major to hockey and promptly got him a net so he could play hockey in the yard. Then during soccer season, he was the best player in his age group and although a football is too big for his little hands, he still manages to throw a mean spiral for one so young. It finally dawned on me that Kenyan was just one of those born with the gift to be able to take to any sport like a duck to water. Lucky kid!
At his uncle’s funeral, there were family members from all parts of the country and some had never met the boys before. Upon learning that it was Kenyan’s birthday, they filled his pockets with bills and coins and by the time it was over, he had almost eighty dollars! Again, lucky kid!
Kenyan, Daddy wants to wish you a happy birthday and look forward with eager anticipation to what life has in store for you. I wish you God’s blessing and guidance in all you do.
Daddy loves you!