This morning when Trenton woke up, I was the only one here. Danny took the baby to Flagstaff. Lacy was at school. I scooped him up in my arms and took him to get his own breakfast. We drove to his favorite “treat-getting” place just east of town (the truck stop) and he grabbed some Pringles and a container of Nestle Strawberry Milk.
Happiest. Kid. Ever.
I took him to work with me -part of his ROYAL birthday treatment. Where would YOU want to be if you were a five year old boy? A mechanic shop! As I loaded him in the truck to come home, he was sing-songing, “Five year old boy… five year old boy…”
I can’t believe it’s been FIVE years. FIVE!
Tonight there will be cake!
Tonight there will be ice cream!
Tonight I’ll prove to the world how AWESOME I am at throwing parties!
There won’t be any decorations or special invites or games or favors. BUT there will be family and friends and food and fun and laughter and memories and NO ONE will be stressed about whether or not the fondant on the cake is falling. Most of all? The guest of honor will be THRILLED to share his day with people he loves.
And I didn’t even need Pinterest to plan it all out *wink wink*
Sounds like my kind of party!!