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Happy Birthday, Seth!

How do seven years pass so quickly? It still seems like yesterday that I held this sweet boy close and cried tears of gratefulness for his safe delivery.

We long ago decided that our special events are much more fun--filled with those we love and so, if necessary, we move the date to celebrate forward or back depending on when Grandma can come. Grandma B was able to come a few days after Seth's actual birthday so we celebrated on the 2nd of April.  Well, everyone but me celebrated. I slept, mostly, but that's a tale for another time. David's niece, Courtney, was here and she and Grandma helped pull off a happy birthday for Seth.  I'm so grateful!
I have absolutely no qualms about admitting that I'm very deficient in my cake-making abilities. However, I do enjoy making the boys' cakes and, so far, they've been pretty tolerant of my amateur skills. When Seth chose his cupcake-cake, I thought it wouldn't be that difficult. And it wasn't really, it just needed more icing across the top  to actually make it look like a "cake," rather than just some cupcakes pushed together to kind of resemble a ball glove. So there you have it, in case you were wondering, it's a ball glove! 


Seth is such a sweet caboose. I have never had such an adoring fan and we are so thankful for the laughter and fun he adds to our family!

Comments

Valerie said…
Happy Birthday to your 'caboose'!!! ☺
Valerie said…
LOVE the cupcake baseball mitt!!! ☺

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