The Day of Four and Other Beginings

It's just a quick post today, on the day, you know, the day that started this whole blog. The day we lost something, something like our innocence; our naivety of expectation I suppose, but gained something infinitely more precious and real in return.

The day we all thought was the end but that really was the beginning. The beginning of our life with Leo.

The little lion turns four today. Four years of pain, growth, changes, miracles, and more importantly, four years of joy. It's been rough, it's been glorious, it's been awful and grand. And I wouldn't trade one second of it for a gazillion dollars. It's hard to put into words what this little lion man's birth and presence in our lives means, but it can be basically boiled down to... extreme joy. We love you so much it hurts buddy. Happy FOUR years!!!

So guess what we got him for his birthday???

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Yup. A house. All his. And ours.

Wait till you hear the whole story. It will merit its own blog post soon, I promise. I can't do it now, because, well, because we are MOVING. Right now! As of this very minute! I'm packing boxes while Leo is sneakily unpacking them behind my back and making tupperware towers on the kitchen floor. It's awesome. Life, as they say, is good.

More to follow soon after we deposit ourselves and all our stuff into our new lion den, hopefully by the end of this weekend.

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