My little boy turns six this week and we're celebrating in a big way. Because his birthday falls just two days before Christmas, we mark the occasion with a splashy party a couple of weeks in advance (with his sizable group of buddies), and then throw another shindig for him on the 23rd with extended family.
Those with birthdays pressed up against Christmas know it's kind of a drag. All this partying and then nothing for an entire year. But our boy is pretty cool with it. What's noteworthy is that I can't believe it's already been six years since he joined us that cold and rainy and deeply apprehensive night at Arnold Palmer Hospital. Those years, which also included the birth of our little girl, just blew by. They've been the best years of Guitar Dad's life.
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