The Birthday Blues
We had long awaited plans to attend a princess birthday party for one beautiful and especially dear to us one-year-old yesterday. But we didn’t end up going. It was a sad message to bring to our children that due to the virus, we couldn’t in good faith bring them to the party. Daddy has specific rules to follow and honor as a teammate and Marlins personnel and so in wisdom and with care, we had to sit this one out. There were tears and maybe a few “it’s not fairs,” but once the huge chunk of watermelon was presented to them with spoons and their tiny table, smiles reappeared.
We spent the rest of the morning having a little party of our own.
Complete with princess dresses, ninja suits, and a regular ol family sword fight.
Then, we packed them into the car, drove to the (completely empty) local paleta (ice cream popsicle) shop, and let the novelty of sweet treats soothe their little bummed hearts.
Then, we packed them into the car, drove to the (completely empty) local paleta (ice cream popsicle) shop, and let the novelty of sweet treats soothe their little bummed hearts.
Happy birthday Baby O. We love you, we miss you, and we pray you know and love Jesus all the days of your life.
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