Yesterday was Andrew’s 4th birthday. My daughter picked me up early and we took him to Chick Filet for breakfast.
He barely ate anything though. He wasn’t still long enough to eat breakfast. It’s so exciting when you’re the birthday boy.
Then we went to Barnes & Noble, because I’m the “book grandma.” This grandmother strongly encourages reading and so when holidays roll around, it’s time to visit Barnes & Noble.
Andrew picked out a book. I told him to pick out another one, but he didn’t want to stay inside any longer. Then we were off to the park.
He never let go of his book.
He was terribly excited about his birthday party in the afternoon. So he was a bit distracted at the park. Usually he doesn’t want to leave.
But yesterday was different. You know how kids are on their birthday. He was looking forward to being with his friends.
I did get a nice big smile from him while on the play ground with his mom. Children don’t hide anything. They are so pure. So precious.
Then I came home and watched the March For Our Lives event on TV. So proud of those brave kids, seeking change. Our future.
Thousands upon thousands of kids all over the country getting together to make their wishes known. To make their voices heard in a world that simply has not been listening.
I saw one sign someone was carrying in the crowd that really hit me. It said:
I was so touched by those words, the words of a child. May they teach us all about hope and change.
Andrew will be starting school half a day in the fall. I want him to be safe so he can learn without fear. He is my own personal future.