St. Patrick’s Day revelry may have been what everyone was caught up in this past weekend, but at our house, it was also my #2’s 8th birthday!!
He declined having a regular birthday party at the family fun center or the bowling alley like his siblings. I asked him if he wanted to, as much as I hate planning those things, I asked him. I swear I did.
But, he said he’d pass because he didn’t want us to spend all of our money on something as unimportant as a birthday party.
Because he really just wanted us to be together as a family. He didn’t ask for a single gift (when pressed, he said, “Surprise me.”), he didn’t ask for any fanfare, or decorations, or anything.
Just cheesecake. He said he really wanted to get some cheesecake.
And, I died.
Because how freaking sweet is that?
My heart just swelled up and exploded straight out of his chest.
And then I convinced him that we should at least go to dinner. With a couple of friends.
He suggested sushi.
I talked him into hibachi, because really most kids just don’t like sushi.
He wound up getting a pogo stick from my parents (hello old people!). He was so thrilled with it that he slept with it under his bed, got up super early the next morning, and went outside to become a pogo master…
Close second in the gift department? The $20 bill he found wedged inside of one of his birthday cards. As he ripped it out and held it up to the sky in glee he shouted, “$20? Now we can go to the thrift shop!”
What, what, what, what, what? What, what, what, what, what?
Ask your grandpa, can he have his hand-me downs?
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