I typically don't like to use my blog to talk about family stuff, but I was so moved by my 5-year-old yesterday, I thought I would share. Yesterday I turned 36-years-old. We had a nice, low-key celebration with just my wife, son, and me.
My wife told me that Noah had been talking about getting a brush for my birthday for a week or more. She thought he was talking about a hair brush until he said he wanted to go to the art store. She took him and he picked one out and paid with his own money.
I'm proud of my thoughtful, sweet boy.