When JP awoke from his nap, he found a house full of people ... all of his grandparents and Uncle J, Aunt K, and Aunt J. The smile on his face was just the cutest thing ever.
We took a walk to the park (well, JP drove AA!) ...
and then came back home to open birthday gifts.
Over the last several months, JP kept asking for "3 monster trucks from Grandpa A" for his "happy birthday." I'm not sure how this ever started, but Grandpa A carried through with his request. In addition to the monster trucks, JP received many great gifts ... a new bike with training wheels, golf clubs, money, and books. Despite all of these, he still asked me, "Mamma, when is it my happy birthday?" I tried to explain to him that this was his birthday party ... but he still seemed puzzled.
And then I got it. When JP caught first sight of the amazing birthday cake Aunt K made for him, he exclaimed: "It's my Happy Birthday!". For JP, it wasn't about the presents ... he seemed to define his "Happy Birthday" as the moment when he sat behind his birthday cake and listened to everyone sing to him.
Although it was JP's cake, lil' AA had the first taste!
After dinner and cake, the kids ran around the yard on a sugar high!
I've never seen JP so joyful ... his smiles and unsolicited thank you comments to everyone throughout the day truly brought tears to my eyes. What a special day!
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