He has a birthday today. He's not very psyched about his new age, but I rather think he keeps getting better, so I say, bring on those big(ger) numbers. It's all relative anyway, right?
Eight years ago today, my family was right smack dab in the middle of Grace's adoption. On that day, September 14, 2002, the social worker who was writing our home study was coming to have family dinner with us. It was a rainy Saturday. For my part, I made a chocolate chip cookie and whipped cream dessert. She came, we had dinner and she went. But there was dessert left over. Later on that evening, my little brother and some of his friends came over along with a couple of the youth workers from the church where he went to youth group. I was excited because one of said youth workers was Brian, a guy I had met a couple of times and I thought he was really good looking and interesting. And low and behold, it was his birthday! The guys put candles in the rest of the chocolate chip cookie dessert I had made and we all sang "Happy Birthday" to him.
Two weeks later we went on our first date.
And I've made him birthday cakes ever since then.
Happy Birthday Babe!
1 comment:
Awwww! What a sweet story. :o) Love it!
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