Happy Birthday Kyler!
After celebrating Isaac’s birthday on Friday, then the 4th of July on Saturday, we geared up for Kyler’s birthday this past Monday. It was a crazy weekend but wonderful. Christopher had his first paid day off since starting his new job in January. We (just mama mostly) are still getting used to a different schedule and a lot less time with Daddy than we’ve ever had before. It’s still hard. So to have more than just a day or half day was such a special treat.
I had felt some sense of urgency and a lot of pressure to make Kyler’s birthday extra special. We had worked hard to make Caleb’s birthday special to him and I wanted Kyler’s big day to be no exception. I ordered fancy cupcakes from a bakery. I shopped around for baseball figures to top the cupcakes. I made a special trip to mall (which I despise) to go the Mariner’s store. I shopped several thrift stores looking for M’s gear. I dealt with the buying of tickets then on game day trying to get everyone theirs at the right time and place which proved no small task. I bribed kids to take naps so that we’d be in good shape for game/birthday night. I made caramel corn to bring to the game. I put baseball favors together.
Upon thinking and reflecting on why I was so wound up over this birthday, I think the reason is two fold. Because of the challenges and behavior of one of our children, Kyler sometimes….regularly is the brunt of difficult behavior. And that’s hard. It’s actually not fair. He is the sweetest little curious boy. He melts my heart almost daily. And he puts up with a lot. For one day, I think I desperately wanted him to be the center of attention with his darling self. I wanted him to have HIS way. I wanted him to be treated exceptionally well. I wanted him to totally delight in something.
And delight he did.
from the front porch…
to city sidewalks…
to statues of players past…
and of players present…
to examining gifts…
and blowing out candles in the wind…
to watching Jared Washburn pitch a complete shutout game against the Boston Orioles.
It was the perfect day for our sweet boy.
(Forget the fact that 5 minutes into the game and already Caleb was sobbing because he had dropped his SECOND $6 hot dog on the ground…or the fact that my husband was sitting 7 seats away from me and I had to dole out 7 hot dogs without spilling mustard on our lovely friend Jill’s lap-which proved to be a small miracle in itself…or that getting 5 children ages 7 and under down several city blocks was more stressful than I’d pictured…or also the reality that several people still needed to get their tickets from us outside the field 20 minutes before game time…or the issue of traveling with 15 fancy cupcakes in a bag simultaneous to the traveling with 5 small children-trying to care for all).
Yeah. Forget about that and everything else.
It was the perfect day. The perfect celebration of our third born child.
He could not have loved it more.
And we could not love him more.
For that, it was all worth it.
Happy birthday Kyler boy.