Happy Birthday Garrison

My firstborn is five. Five years ago I entered a brand new exciting chapter of my life. . . one that will never end. I'll always be a mom. I'm so thankful to God!

I must tell you though that we almost didn't have a birthday today. Garrison decided a few weeks ago that he wasn't going to have a birthday. He wasn't going to turn five. He would just stay in his room and stay four! He heard that he would have to get a shot, so that was it. He wasn't going to celebrate. No cupcakes. No presents. No going to school in the fall. Nothing.

Well, we did have cupcakes for breakfast. He did get a present from us. He will be going to school in the fall. He DID get his shots this morning. All four of them. They brought in extra reinforcements. I picked him up off of the floor in the corner. Two of us held him down. He screamed. Patients being brought back laughed. It was an event.

I love this boy. I love the way he cares for me and for others. I love his giggle. I love that he enjoys sports. I love that he tries to make up new rules for games when he isn't doing well. I love it that he puts on the clothes that are on the top of the pile. It doesn't matter what they are. I love it that he admits that he screamed when he got shots. I love it that he wants to check on the melon in the garden every day. I love it that he wants to go for a walk with me just so he can look for treasures. I love it that he likes treasures (even though they are really all trash). I love it that he likes learning Bible Stories. I love it that he loves God. Face it: I love Garrison.