A Date With My Son.

I promised him that this afternoon, after school, after an appointment, just him and I, we'd go and have a date and go get a special treat.

Like, the sort of treat we wouldn't be able to enjoy with E around. Maybe an ice cream cone? Or a smoothie. Or maybe even a milkshake at my favorite place.

But he both surprised me and made me smile when he suggested hitting up the coffee shop for a "cooler". {What can I say, he takes after his mom and dad?}

So we split a frappucino. He got the whip cream.

And some pumpkin bread too.

There's just something about spending an afternoon, me and him. The things I learned and heard from him. How can it be that I spend each and every day with him, yet miss so much at times?

I talk about the frustrating fours. I write about this age being tough. And it is. But there is so much more about age four I want to remember. Like today. I want to remember today. Sipping straws and chewing on bread and talking about everything he learned this week at preschool and who's going to be invited to his birthday party {in April!} and what things he really, really wants for Christmas.

He's a joy and so is being his mom.