We have had a lovely birthday day here in the White house. Elliott is such an enthusiastic birthday boy. He was delighted with his presents, and loved getting calls from lots of people to wish him happy birthday. He pretty much talked everyone's ears off!
The only fly in the ointment is that my kids are no longer 2, 4, 6 and 8. Sigh.
See that bulge in Rilla's cheek? That's her obligatory bite of supper (grilled cheese and tomato soup, at Elliott's request). It usually takes half an hour for her to swallow the tiny bite we make her eat of supper.
I was talking to my mother-in-law tonight, and I was saying that I never could have imagined how well Elliott was going to turn out. Seven years ago, there was so much tears and love and terror-- I hoped he would live, but I certainly was prepared for him not living. Even when I allowed myself to dream about him surviving, I never thought he would be so healthy and smart and ELLIOTT! I still tear up some nights, and have to go in and kneel beside the bed where he sleeps and hold him tight. I'm never taking this boy for granted!