On Everett's first day of preschool, Cary wanted to pick him up. Often, Cary will want to do something like this to help me out, but this time I wanted to do it. I was eager to hear how Everett's first day had gone. I thought I would be doing Cary a favor by avoiding the interruption of his work, and planned to send Everett up to him as soon as we got home. Cary didn't want to relinquish the privilege of picking him up, and I could sense that he wanted to be the one to do it for the same reason I did: our children are one, or rather four, of our greatest sources of joy. I am even more joyful at moments like those, when I realize that though Cary can't be with the children as much as I am, he loves and looks forward to those special moments just as much as I do. The whole family went to pick Everett up that day.
Our little guy is now 5 years old. He has brought us immense joy in these 5 years, and even before he was born. I cry almost every time I look back through our photos. Here are some from close to each of his birthdays.
We love every "first", and seeing the world through his eyes. We love how he loves his sisters and others. We love seeing him learn and grow every day. Now that our family has grown, it seems like it all slips by so fast, but we cherish these moments of joy.