I've been feeling like I'm stuck in a whirl wind lately.  So much activity both physical and mental. . . feels like mostly mental. 

My high school buddy, Debbie, came to town with her three children for a few days.  We had a great time shuffling six kids (all under the age of 6) around town, shocking people's socks off.  It was certainly a challenge at times, but we had some good laughs, good conversation, and I know the kids loved getting to play with eachother.

After Debbie and her crew left for home, I began preparations to go to a wedding in Virginia.  My good friend, Misty, who worked in the boys cottage at the children's home Jason and I used to work at, FINALLY got married to the man of her dreams -- our old director, Ronnie.  CONGRATULATIONS AND PRAISE THE LORD!!!  It required a 7hr. drive there, two nights at a hotel (during which Gordon and I both came down with quick fevers), and a 7hr. drive back; but it was so worth it.  We had an absolute blast catching up with old friends and co-workers -- it was like getting together with family, we just started right back where we left off, as if we'd never left.  And, of course, it was such a blessing to see my friend's prayers answered.

Now, I'm preparing for an out of town dinner guest tomorrow, so I'm cleaning alot.  There are also grocery lists and shopping trips, holiday preparations and plans, a wonderful mother-in-law on her way to town next week for the holiday. . . and, most pressing, Gordon's fourth birthday!  He turned four yesterday, but has no idea.  We decided to hold off on celebrating till Saturday when we are making a trip back up to the Poconos so Gordon can celebrate with his "best friend, Ethan."  I'm so excited for him, so thankful to Ethan's mom, Kolleen, and so busy trying to get the house in order before we leave. . .

But, in honor of Gordon's birthday, here are some then and now pics for you.

Gordon's first couple hours spent with his daddy. . . and he's still a daddy's boy through and through.

Gordon's first birthday.  He had a face only a mother could love!

Gordon's second birthday.  Look at those curls!  I could just cry.  Hold on while I get a tissue.

Gordon at three years old.  Not sure why I don't have pictures from his third birthday; but I know we always celebrate big, so I don't really feel too guilty.

A recent picture of a not-quite-four-year-old Gordon.  He has become quite a big boy.  It happened so quickly, I hardly noticed.  And I guess that is the moral:  pay as much attention to those kiddos while you can because time really does fly.