Rocamadour turns 4

My son turned 4 on August 11, and despite the ‘struggle’ to make ends meet, I felt compelled to make some room in my budget and throw him a well-deserved 4th birthday party.

Rocamadour and I have an always-bonding mother-son connection. It’s like a little love affair. We both care for each other, make sure we have our things with us (“Mommy, you have your purse??” before we leave), and he asks if I’m OK after I’ve ran into something, and kisses my boo-boo if I got one.

I’m the only person in the whole wide world that knows all his finical ways and structured routines.

He’s my little man. And I’m his mommy.

Happy 4th Birthday mi vida!

Oh presents

Pinata time!