This dear, sweet, FUNNY boy is four years old.
In his four years of life, he's never celebrated his birthday in the same place two years in a row.
He's celebrated half of his birthdays in Kansas, with his Grandma and Poppa and Aunties.
He's only had two "real" birthday parties.
He's lived in the Northwest, the Midwest, and the Northeast.
He turns everything into a song.
I love you, my Quinn-Boy. I hope four is a beautiful year for you.