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Birthday Presents
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My first birthday present this morning was being granted the glorious gift of staying in bed until 8 o'clock. When I finally awoke I was greeted by one little face, covered in granola bar crumbles, asking if I was ready for my surprise. Sensing his urgency I pulled back the covers and followed his bed-head to the boys' room.
They hollered "Surprise" and welcomed me into their party, covered in handwritten posters boasting birthday love. The oldest was in charge of decorations and proudly pointed out one masterpiece saying, "Look Mom, I even put 28 hearts on this one!" Never mind the missing decade.
My youngest was in charge of the foosball table. My middle-est in charge of snacks (thus his granola laden morning breath).
Then Caleb brought me his gift. A little wooden box. Before opening it I knew what was inside. This is the box containing the 25 cent ring he's been saving for nearly two years to give to the girl he has wanted to marry since he was three. Every time I reminded him of it he would simply say, "I'm not ready to give it to her yet."
Today I got it.
That's a big deal.
Then the man who wanted to marry me 11 years ago gave me his present. An enormous white porcelain bust of a horse to hang over our fire-place. Odd? A little. But perfect. Just perfect.
Then we went for a walk, had hot cocoa together, followed by a trip to town so the boys could drop me off at a local spa for a massage, and out to dinner before coming back home.
Gift upon gift upon glorious gift. All. Day. Long.
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Kelli
12:05 AM on April 6, 2012
Laughed at loud at your horse head. Odd? Yes. But perfect for you. Love you and ALL those sweet boys of yours! Happy Birthday.
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