aaronFullSizeRenderFour years ago around this time, we moved from New Jersey to Richmond. It was a crazy time, as any move is, but looking back, several things stick in my mind.

First, the movers severely underestimated the space that our items would take up in their truck, causing the majority of our belongings to be strewn across our front yard until 2AM as they tried in vain to re-pack with a tighter fit. At about midnight, I gave up and fell asleep on our basement floor and prayed that we’d actually make it to Virginia.

Second, the weekend we rolled into Richmond, NCAA Tournament March Madness was in full swing, with not one but two of the city’s schools (VCU and University of Richmond) landing in the Sweet 16. The town was buzzing about all things basketball. At the time, I wasn’t really following college basketball closely and didn’t fully appreciate the uniqueness of the situation. VCU went on to make it to the Final Four, and I’ve since become a loyal Rams fan that enjoys getting to games at the Siegel¬†Center.

Third, for reasons that I still can’t comprehend, we “accidentally” went on a family vacation to Disney World two weeks before we moved to Virginia. Needless to say, my mind was on other things. And we were sick. And crammed into a small room with five people. And we had a middle of the night ambulance trip to the ER (which turned out okay). But other than that, it was great.

Finally, just days after we moved, my youngest son turned two. Today he turns six. The change is, to state the obvious, dramatic. He’s turned into my little buddy, helper of all plumbing projects (of which there are many), listener of nightly Magic Tree House stories, soccer and t-ball player/attempter, surprising reader, tireless Lego builder, super hero lover, and my favorite tickle target. He is, like his two older brothers, fantastically unique, and I can’t imagine what the next four years and beyond will hold. Happy Birthday big man!

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