We had Jonah’s party exactly 21 days later. Because we (and by “we” I mean Jonah) aren’t totally firm on how the calendar works and because his mom called too late to reserve a party date within his actual birth month. Party year is a blight on my otherwise happy existence.
But it’s all good!
Happy birthday, my baby! You didn’t take my deal to stay four and turned yourself into a joyful fun-loving five year old. We love you to the moon and back. You bring so much laughter and crazy antics to our family. Can’t imagine life without you and we thank God for you!