It’s everyone’s favorite holiday weekend in July, when you can listen to the police scanner and hear all about mailbox fires, car explosions, juggalo complaints, intoxicated drivers and 1,000,000,000 fireworks violations. In our family, however, we have a birthday to celebrate, and it’s not America’s birthday.
Fourteen years ago on this very day, Krista gave birth to a 9 lb 9 oz bouncing baby boy. Today, we had a breakfast of fresh donuts, and who could ask for more than that? But the day got better. His dad dropped by for a minute, and we all watched Levi open his birthday gifts. We had lunch at his favorite pizza place, and visited some of our friends around town. We ate dinner with his dad at one of our treasured local eateries, and ate black forest cake (his special birthday cake request) from one of our favorite local bakers. We’re having his kid party (paintball, i think? something gun-related?) later in the month, but it was delightful to spend a day with our little family and to fête our boy on the most beautiful summer day of the year.
Happy Birthday, Kiddo. Here’s hoping 14 is the best year yet!