My wife is a saint. Perhaps an angel. She still loves me. So that proves it.
As I write, the boys are in bed, and she is busy in the kitchen preparing a surprise for Son #2.
There is a banner spanning the entrance to our small dining area. It reads, “Happy 2nd Birthday.”
There are bouquets of balloons on the walls, party hats, party horns, and a decorative tablecloth draped over the table.
She’s making a homemade, fancily decorated cake for the celebration of Son #2 making his entrance into this world.
She knows how to make the boys feel special. With Son #1, since his first birthday, she’s tried to make each one a notable celebration. And she’s been very successful. The boys love it.
As we tucked in Son #2 tonight, we told him he had a special day tomorrow. He started singing, “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to Son #2, Happy Birthday to Son #2!” And he smiled so big and sweet. We teared up a little.
We took a final picture of him being one year old and even got him singing to himself on video.
Oh, to always make precious memories. Those are the only kind I want to linger.
to the special times,
– Caleb
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