A fifth birthday, to be exact. My little baby Ernie turned 5 on Saturday.
I knew it was coming up; Ernie and I have met a lot of new people in the past few months and when asked, I’ve been telling them that he’ll be 5 “later this summer.” On Saturday, wedged between coolers and beach chairs on our way out to the dog-friendly north end of Carolina Beach, the words were half-way out of my mouth before I stopped.
“Wait – what’s today? Is it the 5th?”
(fellow passenger) “Um…yes?”
“Today is your birthday, Ernie! You are five!”
So…sorry, baby Ernie. No birthday cake. But you did get some delicious birthday ice cream.
Om nom nom birthday ice cream
I love you, little one! I hope we get to celebrate many more together.
Shit, now I’m crying.