It's hard to believe that the little guy, whom I first saw as a scrawny eighteen-month-old with no hair and a never-ending capacity for tears, is now a little boy--a burgeoning kindergartener! He's come such a long way from what the Russian doctors predicted. They said he would never walk--and he runs everywhere. They said he might never talk--and he's always saying he loves us. They said he would never be able to learn--and he's one of the brightest kids I know. We're so grateful for him and what he gives to us as we give to him.
So much for the philosophizing.
I have heard it said that children's birthday parties are often enjoyed more by the adults than by the children for whom the party is intended. It certainly made our day to see the little guy open his presents and hear his gasps and squeals of appreciation. Topping it all off was a fantastic farm-themed cake made by the talented baker and crafter, Abigail Perkins.
Thanks to Hannah and the Pierces for all the presents! It was a fantastic start to his fifth year. Now we just have to clean up the living room debris of torn wrapping paper, plastic tags, and instruction booklets...