During Spring Break, my family and I celebrated my nephew’s birthday. His name his Bradford Foster, and on March 21, 2019, he turned the big four.

Bradford’s fourth birthday was easily the most entertaining and fun birthday I had ever attended, and I will tell you why.

At 5:30 a.m., while my family and I are attempting to gain a couple more hours of peaceful snoozing, my nephew came running through the family and into my parents’ room, screaming happy birthday to himself. Then, he proceeded to go to every room in the house, including mine, to tell everyone the good news: it was finally his birthday.

Let me tell you, at 5:30 a.m., I am a complete zombie. I never wake up that terribly early unless highly necessary; however, that Thursday morning, I smiled my biggest smile as I watched my nephew gain excitement over his special day.

On his brilliantly exciting birthday, my family and I went numerous places to celebrate. First, we took Bradford to Chuck E Cheese’s where he spent over two hours playing arcade games, eating pizza and guzzling Sprite, and dancing along with Chuck E. Cheese himself. The environment was loud with kids of all different sizes running, shouting, and playing their top game, and while I would not have chosen to go to Chuck E. Cheese’s on my spring break, I absolutely adored watching Bradford play his favorite Paw Patrol game, over and over again.

Next, we all went to my grandparents’ house, so they could see Bradford on his big day. There, he was gifted with a lawnmower that runs on bubbles, and he could not contain his excitement. This was my favorite part of Bradford’s birthday because I was able to spend precious time with my grandparents, and I feel like I never get the chance to do so when I am in school.

Our last destination was back home. Some might think after the day we had, we must have been completely drained; however, Bradford kept us on our toes. We decorated the house, acted like Spiderman and Batman (superhero-themed party), ate dinner, watched him blow out his enormous number four candle on his cake, and then came the presents.

He ripped open his presents with every ounce of muscle in his body, and as he smiled and jumped with joy after each opening, my family and I sat back, laughed until we were in tears, took a billion photos to hold close to us, and watched our little guy have the “best day OF HIS LIFE.” His words, not mine.