My boy turning little man jumps into the planning stages. We send out tickets for all of our friends and family. Set a menu to rival any concession stand (hot pretzels, chili dogs, nachos with the cheese sauce ...) and go about fitting some type of water into every wacky game we can create. By the way, lacrosse rackets are perfect water balloon catchers if any one ever asks ...
Our stadium decorated, fans arriving in game attire, ages 3 - 87, all here to celebrate our Caleb, the bold one, who has impacted our world and will impact His. To build a stadium. To build a boy wrapped in our love, celebrated and cherished. A boy learning to run his race, and rejoicing that someday he will cross the tape to a crowd of witnesses that are cheering him on even now. Imagine the celebration. Imagine the stadium.
Counting down my thanks ... (44-61)
* squeals of delight as water balloons burst
*forgetting calories and splurging with nacho cheese jalapeno sauce
*great grandparents in the stadium
*raising our boys with family after many years without
*friends who muscle frozen pretzels with sharp knives
*115 degrees and the sweat that cools a mommy off while running
*a backyard full of friends
*candles aflame with notes of celebration in the air
*big brothers who read all of the birthday cards
*grown adults who come dressed and ready to play
*friends to face paint
*sun tea with ice cubes, glass sweating
*did I mention the nacho jalapeno sauce
*youngest boy bright with life, enjoying his "big game"
*hours of fun with new toys
*Jesus' faithfulness in providing when he gave his toys away on the mission field
*ice cream smears on noses
*our Caleb, my nose nuzzle prince