but I forgot my sweet baby's birthday.
Life's not perfect. I feel like I give each day a good old college try, but sometimes I just fail.
Last night before bed I realized that I missed Henry's birthday on Thursday last week. My post Friday was about him with photos from his actual birthday. We did have a great dinner with Rachel and Lee here at our house, but there was no party hats or cute photos of my sweet boy...ugh. sigh...
I am going to forget things. Sometimes big things. Most of the time small things. But Henry's birthday??? What if someday I forget a human child's birthday? With all the technology reminders and iCalendars, and beep alert reminders...how could that happen? I went to sleep feeling like a failure. ugh.
And today I reminded myself on multiple occasions that "real life isn't perfect." I never want to depict that here on my blog. So that's why I am being honest today.
Life's not perfect, but this little guy is.
When I walked into the kitchen this morning he greeted me with a sleepy yawn and a wagging tail. Happy to see me. Ready to share our morning routine of me "accidentally" (cough, cough, wink, wink) letting a bit of the shredded cheese from my boiled egg fall to the floor for him to lap up. A routine that we've had since we first got him. I look forward to it each morning. And so does he.
He doesn't care if I missed his birthday. He's just happy to get a good back scratch while I lay on the floor with him. He forgives me when I get home late. Just as long as I play tug o war with him and his Lionel the Leopard, or Freddie the Froggy. He doesn't need a scrap-booked party hat (though, I truly intended to make him one). He was happy as a peach with this $3.99 doe-a-deer squeaker that I brought home tonight from a close out store.
And I am humbled. Humbled by how much true joy he has brought to not just our lives, but the lives of our family. He changed Adam and I as people, as a couple, and as friends. For only the better, I believe.
And so I trust that he knows we love him. He knows we did not mean to forget his birthday...and that we will continue to celebrate him each day in every way we always have.
Thanks for dropping by :)