Benson's birthday dinner request (after some prodding) was "neatballs"
Ben declared this to be "the most boring birthday cake ever" but at least it tasted yummy (it was classic white cake with caramel buttercream filling)
Ben says this is where I wax poetic about how crazy it is to have a 4 year old (it is!), and how sweet he is (he is!), and how quickly he's growing up (it's true!). I'm too anxious to sew, however, and he can't read yet so I guess I'll save that for next year. My favorite part of the day though, was how he said, "I just love you so much, Mommy," at least a dozen times, and probably even more than that. He was so genuinely grateful for all I did for him, even though it wasn't much. And he LOVED each and every thing his sweet aunts, uncles, and grandmas and grandpas sent to him. What a thoughtful family we have.
Thank you, everyone for all the phone calls, cards, and gifts. I wish you could have just been here.