Everything I've ever written about Aidan probably still holds true. He is delightful, and he is exhausting; he is a fiery, explosive, winsome little ball of affection. And he is FIVE now! Five is such a nice age. He's still small enough in body to carry up to bed and still small enough in spirit to be disappointed if I don't.
Oh, how we love him.
Birthday breakfast wish...
He wanted a car cake with fire coming out of it. I succeeded slightly better than last year. Hey, at least the cake didn't fall over before we even cut into it! Lesson learned.
I made him slide up his shades for this picture, and he obliged.
Poof! Another year and another wish.
Aidan Raphael-- our little Fire. Our little Arrow. May our Father temper your strength and guide you true. We love you, my boy.
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