Luke turned four the day after Thanksgiving. We were in Houston with a bunch of family to celebrate. He got to go to the park with daddy and grandpa in the morning and then had a party with his great aunts and uncles along with the rest of us (mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, uncle steve, hannah and grandma Vickery). We had a huge bouquet of balloons for him, a cake with an airplane on it and presents. He had a great time opening his gifts (it took him forever, which I thought was awfuly cute and made his excitement last), devoured his cake (okay, devoured the frosting!) and had a blast releasing his balloons one by one into the sky. Later that evening when he was getting ready for his bath, I asked him if he had a good birthday and he exclained "I DID! And they all sang the Happy Birthday song to me!"