Tonight we celebrated my oldest boy’s 9th birthday. It was a great party, with good friends, pizza, pinata, cupcakes and presents.
All this week leading up to the party whenever it was mentioned, the baby would say to us “Not Bubba’s party (that’s what he calls Casey) MY party, MY birthday party, MINE!” (yes….he’s two obviously). And we would laugh at him and tell him no, it’s Bubba’s party bud, not yours. And then he would get so mad. Sometimes he even threw a fit, the really funny kinda fit where he smacks himself in the face and lays on the floor silently after he does it. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but it truly is hilarious to watch.
I was a little worried he was going to be upset at the party because it wasn’t his party, but he did great.
And then tonight I put all the kids to bed, went and sat out in my living room and just listened.
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to You! Happy birthday dear Bubba! Happy birthday to you!"
Tristen was singing the birthday song to Casey, it went on for several minutes and then silence. Casey had fallen asleep to the sound of his baby brother singing to him and Tristen had sang himself to sleep.
These moments. This life. These beauty from ashes treasures that God has given me. My cup overflows..
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