We don't have any middle children in our family.
We have an oldest, first born, last born, and youngest.
And recently it was my first born's birthday.
He's the one who made me a mom. And oh what an adventure motherhood is...
He went camping with the scouts on his birthday and then...
...we had some family and a few friends over for pizza and cake.
He got an oreo ice cream cake...
And grandma's special lemon cake. Which is my favorite. And the one he actually took to eat first. Because it is his favorite too.
Husband took video of everyone singing. And in the background you can see how delightful little brothers can be as they 'help' blow out birthday candles. Evidence. This is evidence Riley.
Uncle P brought root beer. I was expecting a two liter kind of thing. But he brought the good kind in the glass bottles. Oh happy day for the kids to have bottled root beer.
Uncle P also brought the most delicious homemade bread (which was quickly gobbled up) and he had the smallest sliver of cake possible (which was also quickly gobbled up).
It was a good, relaxing evening. And made me realize all over again how truly amazing the whole mother adventure really is.
Happy birthday to my first born who started this whole thing off!
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