My sweet baby is now a little boy, who seems to grow taller right before my very eyes. People say that time flies, but it seems to soar by leaps and bounds now that I have children. It leaves me grateful for every photo I snapped of him when he was tiny, every little bit of blurry video, every smudged impression from his tiny hands. Because that wee thing shown above turned five last week. And each time I look at him now, I still see that sweet little baby and his big eyes looking back at me.
The birthday party we had planned for him at his favorite park, with cousins and friends and family, got rained out. We were at the pool enjoying the sunshine on Friday, but come Saturday morning as we drove to the park, the raindrops started to fall. I didn't have a rain plan (this is sunny southern California!). But we scrambled and moved the party to our house, about fifteen minutes before it began. Phone calls were made. Rooms were quickly cleaned. Food that had just been packed for the park was unpacked. Balloons were hung. And do you know what happened next?
Guests arrived. Children played. Rocket balloons went sailing in every direction. The pinata was broken open. Children spontaneously sang Happy Birthday. Candles were lit and blown out. And my boy smiled and smiled.
I did manage to snap a few photos from the party.. coming shortly.