For the little man's fifth birthday, I threw what might as well have been the equivalent of a rave. He invited the usual suspects from church, and requested pizza, glow sticks, silly string, and a disco ball. Done. Jeff was unfortunately absent from the scene taking his oral board exams, so a dear friend came to help chaperone the magical event.
After the boys covered our backyard and one another with silly string, they threw back Pizza Hut pan pizza and dirt cake, then spent the rest of the evening in our basement exhibiting wicked ninja moves whilst waving glow sticks to the beat of thumping techno music in the dark. As they disco ball illuminated happy faces, I couldn't have been more thrilled to celebrate our rapidly growing boy in all his boyish glory.
We celebrated as a family the following weekend with Daddy home. With a Star Wars themed cake we sang and celebrated our sweet Joey boy.
{Five} has been a good year for our little man. He has grown in height, maturity, confidence and hilarity. He always catches me off guard with surprisingly insightful comments as he observes his surroundings. I'm grateful for each day that I am able to look into his big blue eyes, and be the recipient of his wide smiles and bear hugs.
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