I wanted to be really low-key this year (read: lazy) and decided just to bake him his cake of choice (chocolate with real whipped cream and berries) and share it with our immediate family.
|This sad (but yummy) cake was so slap-dash I thought the Pinterest Police would show up at my door to arrest me.|
Easy, peasy, backyard breezy.
And then I thought, why not have balloons. Balloons are nice.
And while I was tying up balloons on our patio chairs, our neighbor (Judah's best big kid friend) did the coolest thing - he stuck his head over our fence (a la Wilson does to Tim the Toolman Taylor) and said - watcha' doin'?
And that's how we ended up with a very sweet little neighborhood party.
|So unbelievably blessed to live near these awesome kids.|
Our sweet neighbors even drew big celebratory posters and taped them all over our backyard. I absolutely LOVE kid art - such pure and joyful self-expression.
|Customized art at its finest- everything Judah loves is on this page!|
|The best "big boy" friend Judah could ever ask for.|
And one very lovely gal rehearsed and directed a song and dance for Judah - he stood in the middle while she sang this sweet folk tune. For a minute our suburban fences fell away and I felt again the strong bonds of tribe and community. Oh what we've been stripped of in our tiny subdivided individualistic western societies.
|A gift like no other.|
Even now I can hear her sweet clear voice - O happy birthday, O happy birthday. We think you're great, let's celebrate, your happy birthday.
It makes my heart ache for a homeland I've never known.