Happy Birthday, Peter!

{Documenting life during the Covid-19 Quarantine}

Yesterday was Peter's 6th birthday. Pretty sure it was FAR fewer than 6 years ago. . . 

Happy times at the beach.

Anyway, I spent a good chunk of the weekend feeling sad that he wasn't going to be able to have a party with his friends or see his family or do anything besides . . . be home. Maybe go crazy and take a walk. Finally, on Monday, I asked him what would make his birthday special. He started describing our (now) typical day. Nothing crazy or novel. Familiar. Normal.

Peter has always been my homebody, but his description of the day reinforced that what I've been doing for birthdays all along is working.

Birthdays are not for fanfare. It is not about a Pinterest-worthy party. It is not about a pile of presents. It is not about having 700 people in one place. I mean, sure, we sometimes throw a party. But sometimes, most times, we don't.

It is about making sure that the birthday boy/girl feels loved, feels special, and is celebrated.  Usually there is a 'Happy Birthday' banner. There is plenty of favorite food. There are presents and prayers. There is most definitely dessert. Mostly, though, there is love.

Seeing how well Peter took the quarantined birthday celebration made me feel so much better about, well, everything. 

He is an amazing kid. He is hilarious. He is smart. He is kind. He has a heart for Jesus that often astounds me. He is such a blessing to our family.

Happy Birthday, kiddo! Hopefully, next year, we'll be able to leave home to celebrate!