Happy Birthday Baby Boy...

He won't remember the party...the friends... or the fun. He might have a vague distant snippet of a memory from looking at the pictures. But, we will remember...and we'll remember what he wanted for his birthday...and how cute he was talking about it all the time...and that he got to climb in a firetruck the day before...and that he laughed and played and had a great time...and that he really thought his firetruck cake was cool...and him laughing and playing with friends...and Emily's first day wearing her new glasses...

It's wonderful to have great friends who are such an important part of our lives...who care about us, love us and love our children. It's nice to take the time just to be together and share in living. That was the real gift. What more can you really want for your birthday?

Oh, yeah...a "fiyur-tuk bed"...

(nope...didn't make the cake...it's a Barbee creation...isn't it beautiful? and it's allergen free!!!)

Love y'all...

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Lesson 599

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