BesoMami

My son and I went to the bakery this morning to pick up his cake. He was thrilled with the construction truck theme of this cake and exclaimed quite enthusiastically when the woman from the bakery opened the box to show him the finished product. He cheered and clapped and told her, "You did a nice job!" As we walked away from the bakery into the grocery part of the store, the bakery woman announced over the P.A. system: "It is Thomas's 4th Birthday! When you see him in the store, please wish him a Happy Birthday." People doing their Saturday shopping were more than happy to comply. Many folks wished him a Happy Birthday and Thomas invited dozens of strangers to his party; "See you later at my birthday!" At one point he even blew some kisses to his adoring public.

After we left the grocery store, we drove to Grandma and Grandpa's house for the party. While we were in the car, Thomas wanted me to tell him the story of "when I was a baby Thomas". We talked about his first mother, of how he grew in her tummy and of how she gave birth to him in Guatemala. We talked about his foster parents, Tia Zulma and Tio Edwin and how they brought him home from the hospital and took care of him. We talked about Mommy and Daddy flying on the airplane all the way to Guatemala. We remembered the day of his adoption. We named all the people who love him: his first parents, his foster parents, his adoptive parents, his sister, God, Jesus, the cats (his addition to the list), his grandparents, his teachers... we kept thinking of more and more people who love him. What a great thing to think about.

The cake was delicious.

To be continued... once I upload all the photos from the Big Party.