Today is April 2nd, 2011.
Today is Joey's 7th birthday.
Sometime around this day,
maybe a few days or weeks before....
maybe a few days or weeks after....
only God and his birth mother know...
a little boy was born in China.
Today that boy turned 7
Oh how my heart longs to be able to pick up the phone and tell her that he is ok.
His heart is fixed.
He is healthy.
He is happy.
He is incredibly handsome.
Every night before my kiddos birthdays I innundate their rooms with streamers.
As in, can't get out of bed and have to fight your way through the web of streamers streamers.
Since it was Joey's first time I took it easy on him....didn't want to freak the kid out should he need to go potty in the middle of the night or somethin.
Late last night I prepared the standard decorated breakfast table that awaited him in the morning.
He woke up, giggling all the way down the stairs,
took in all that awaited him at the table,
ooooo'd and ahhhh'd over the bday tablecloth, decorations, his special Phineas and Ferb plate
it was supah cute....
only there was one problem....
Do you see those three wrapped gifts?
No stinkin idea of the concept of a gift.
A wrapped gift.
A gift you can open.
That is for you.
had not, in 7 years of life on this earth
ever been given a present.
So I swallowed my tears and we gave him the down low on the fact that there is something inside those boxes and that it is for him.
And the result?
Well, I'll just let you look and see.
You are so loved!
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