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, planner, mid-life runner, soccer coach, teacher, taking time for a cup of coffee in front of this computer screen. My days are full, yet I keep asking: how can I fill them just a little bit more, with depth, with care, with light.
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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.