A cake.
A candle.
A happy birthday morning.
How does it feel to be four? (An impossible question that somehow begs to be asked.)
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My name is Carrie Snyder. I'm mother of four, writer of fiction and non-, dreamer, contemplative, mid-life runner, coach, forever curious. I'm interested in the intersection between art and spirituality. What if the purpose of life is to seek beauty? What if everyone could make art?
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To be four…oh I have a vague memory that four was a fine year.
All those gummy bears on your cake! My son would have loved that….I guess I could have done that on his cake I made. His birthday was the 27th and he is 16.
Happy Birthday!
Never too old for a birthday cake decorated with candy! Happy birthday to your son.
Aw…it looks like it’s pretty great to be four.
My eldest turned six yesterday and my middle one turned four in February. It’s so bittersweet watching them get older.