Yesterday morning, one of the three greatest things to happen to me over the past 4 years had a plate of hot cakes with me at the breakfast table, his request. This birthday we celebrated his transition from toddlerhood to childhood. A large bite for a mother to swallow, let alone digest.
We had made cupcakes for his class but school was cancelled due to Ernesto's arrival and into the freezer they went until Friday. A recipe for playdough saved the drizzly day, and we made three batches of pastel blue, yellow, and green, which now sit on the counter combined into a single, salty turqouise lump. And TWO showers were allowed instead of the one-a-day rule.
Wow. Talk about a fun birthday.
Yesterday evening, when we tucked the kids in at bedtime, thanking God for giving us Evan, we realized we were thanking Him at the exact time he gave him to us just 4 short years ago; 7: 06 p.m.. For me, it was just one more display of His faithfulness and blessing in and on our lives.
Happy Fourth Birthday, big boy!
