Dan would have been 33 today. So many jokes we tossed back and forth about that age. Instead we celebrated Caleb’s first birthday.
We had cake and milk for breakfast. His siblings helped him blow out his candle. Benjamin gave him the candle (so he could lick the icing off of it) and he put the wrong end in his mouth. He wasn’t much impressed with the taste. =) He had fun with the cake though.
I couldn’t eat breakfast. I didn’t even stick around to watch Caleb eat his breakfast. The day didn’t improve much. I was grouchy with the kids, couldn’t get a nap because the older ones were being totally stubborn about school!, and Maranatha finished off the day on a high note by throwing up all over the library floor.
Hope survives. Tomorrow is another day. God loves me. My kids still love me. And we survived another hurdle in the grieving process.