Wednesday, June 5, 2013

a perfect day

Yesterday was such a special day.  It was our first real day of Summer vacation! We officially ended our online curriculum and I am thrilled!  The kids ended with straight A's.  They are so smart and worked so hard this year!

More importantly, we celebrated a special little boy!  My son, my baby, turned 4 yesterday!  4!  I no longer have any babies to take care of :(  There are days this makes my heart ache, but at the same time, I love what we can do now that our kids are growing older.  They are all like mini adults, and the conversations we have are so cool, even with my 4 year old.

We started the day with breakfast/brunch at a doughnut shop.  We went in and just sat there for as long as we needed. Nothing was rushed, we enjoyed our treats, we laughed, I drank a large coffee and life couldn't have been any sweeter than that moment.  I got tears in my eyes as I sat and watched my kids chomp away, food on their faces, so tiny and curious they were just taking it all in.  They were tears of joy, sometimes my heart just gets overwhelmed with the happiness these children have brought.

The day continued to be perfect and fun.  We wandered around the pet shop, looking for tadpoles for my son.  He got a neat frog habitat from his aunt and uncle so we are looking for tadpoles so we can watch the metamorphosis take place!  The kids are so excited about this!  This topic will be one of our summer school study projects.

My daughters and I decorated the house in red streamers and balloons and we all gathered around my son and watched him open his new firetruck toys.  He loves Fireman Sam, a UK  television production that we found on Netflix, so this year the favorite thing is firetrucks!

I always get emotional on my kid's birthdays.  It is a happy emotional, but as I look at them on their birthday and think about how unique and amazing they are, it brings me to tears.  I just love my little birthday boy.

Due to his many food allergies, I made him a special allergen free birthday cake and for the first time he got to lick the beaters from the mixer.  He got to lick the frosting knife after I frosted the cake and he got to eat the cake!  The same cake that everyone else was eating!  He was on cloud nine, and so was I.

The fun day had to come to an end as we all grew tired.  The kids watched a movie together while I did laundry in the basement.  When the movie was over, they came looking for me and I was nowhere to be found. Dad was fast asleep.  By the time I made my way back upstairs to their bedroom where they were watching the movie, I found a sad, worked up little boy.  He thought something happened to me.  His sister kept him comforted while my oldest searched the house for me.  These kids are just so damn cute.  I squeezed my birthday boy tight and told him I was OK and he told me how worried he was.   I told him I was sorry and that I was doing his laundry :)

I tucked everyone in, one by one and I had a special talk with my oldest.  I wanted her to hear it and understand how I felt about her.  As we closed on my son's birthday, I told her I appreciated her help with hanging decorations and making the cake.  But above that, I appreciated her heart.  She loves this boy more than just as a little brother, it's almost like she loves him like it is her own son.  She is a mature young lady, and understands the struggles her brother has with having a disability. She helps him out so much, is always kind and gentle to him, leads him in a positive way and just loves him for who he is.  She is proud of her brother and has been there every step of the way.  She cried the first time he stood in a stander, when he was hospitalized and every time he is sick she prays for him.  I had the same talk with my 2nd daughter.    Both of my daughter's hearts are in the right place.  They know how special life is, because of their little brother.  At the end of the day yesterday, I wanted to make sure they each knew how much it means to me that they love him this much.  Family is so neat.




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