Yesterday was my 27th birthday. I have to say, getting older is much less fun once you pass 21. I don’t get excited about birthdays anymore, aside from my usual birthday dinner or alone time with Trevor. However, I must say, it is a LOT of fun to see your kids get excited about your birthday. While Knox honestly has no clue what a birthday is, he does understand two things: cake and presents. Trevor had to work yesterday, so we celebrated on Monday. I came home to the smell of something baking and the sight of Trevor and Knox covered in flour. This was a ruse, seeing as how they didn’t actually use any flour, but it definitely accomplished its purpose of making me laugh! Trevor had baked me a birthday pie (well, Marie Callendar actually baked it, but he did assemble the crumbly topping and put it in the oven which counts in my book!!) in lieu of the traditional cake.
He also took Knox to go pick out a gift for me. My actual present is the dinner we’ll be going out for this weekend and a pair of cowboy boots to be chosen by me (woo hoo!) because Trevor is terrified to buy clothing of any sort for me. For the first time ever, Knox actually picked something out for me all by himself. Trevor took him to the Christian bookstore and let him decide what he wanted. Trevor said he beelined for a little “love” figurine immediately, so they grabbed that, and then he saw it… the solar-powered dancing flower.
How I have lived 27 whole years without a solar-powered dancing flower is beyond me, but it is officially my new favorite thing.
Not because it’s useful or beautiful or even at all serious, but because he chose it. I love being a mom.
“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.”
– Romans 12:12
|Perfectly chosen, sweet boy.|