Three years ago, this boy made me a mom.
He made this man a daddy.
And over the past three years, he’s made us the luckiest parents alive.
Happy Birthday to my sweet Ronan. You bring smiles to every day. I love you!
Several weekends ago, friends of mine threw a second birthday party for Ronan.
I can’t help but want to share how incredibly grateful I am, not only to the friends that organized the party but also the friends that came to celebrate. I cannot imagine what I would have done, were I required to put on a birthday party myself with an almost two-week old, but the most likely outcome is that there wouldn’t have been one.
I didn’t want this post to get wordy… I really just wanted to share a few pictures from the day. I didn’t take enough, and I hate always feeling that in hindsight.
Anyways. Without further ado.
Uncle Brady holding his niece for the first time.
Violet helped Ronan until he figured out the whole “present opening” thing. She was a pro!
Then he got the hang of it.
Until someone got him the WORLD’S BEST CAR! (Aunt Amanda and Uncle Josh!) Suddenly, he wasn’t interested in any other presents.
Ronan and Violet climbed into the tent together… there were many chuckles about appropriate behavior.
Cake!! That green car came on top of the cake between the candles, and Ronan was trying to put it back. Both hands are reaching to attempt to stop him from burning himself.
Aunt Amanda helped Ronan blow out his candles.
We realized we forgot to sing “Happy Birthday” and so started while he was eating. He REALLY enjoyed everyone looking at him and singing, and held his hand out for more.
I realize how late this post is, and I apologize. I already have guilt over not making a big to-do over his second birthday as I probably should have, but I’m going to forgive myself just this once. And I’ll say it, because it’s true… I can’t believe my baby boy is two.
I debated and went back and forth over and over whether or not to write a blog on my birthday about my birthday.
I tried to be really low key this year, and not point out that I was having a birthday soon every chance I got. I didn’t talk about all the things I wanted, or count down the days. I simply waited for it to arrive.
Now, it’s here! I’m 27 years old today. 27 years young. Twenty seven.
I don’t know what to say from here. I don’t feel twenty-seven. I don’t know how old I feel. I remember twenty-two being a good year. But emotionally, psychologically I guess… sometimes I feel forty.
No plans today but to hang out with my boy, spend some time with some girls that I love, and maybe dinner and a movie tonight. (We got an AWESOME sitter coming.) Plans we had made earlier in the week fell through because of a sickness, but that’s okay too. We always make up for it.
Happy Birthday, Me! It’s gonna be a good day. It’s gonna be a good year.