Five years ago, on December 14, my family was gathering for a funeral in Wyoming. I was having a baby in Virginia. That baby, already Jonah, had the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, and because he was having trouble breathing, he was delivered quickly.
Three years ago, on December 14, I said goodbye to my small dog, went for a drive by myself, and made an elaborate rocket cake. We celebrated Jonah's birthday.
This year, on December 14, I turned off the news. I made Mickey pancakes for breakfast, and peanut butter and jelly for lunch, and watched Jonah win at his bowling birthday party.
In the end, whatever else is going on in the adult world, Jonah's birth will always be a celebration.
For reasons that aren't quite clear, he really wanted a shark cake. In my online searching, I found an easy version, and this version. Let's just say that the photo filter in instagram makes it look better than it did. And, that there was quite a large amount of sculpting to go from the original alien to this. Who knew the lines of a shark's body?
Our Jonah at five... we could never have imagined who he has become from that little chunky monkey he was at one. I wouldn't have guessed we'd still be in ND for his 5th birthday, and it's hard to imagine that he wasn't walking yet when we got here, especially now that he runs nearly everywhere and is joining the local boys gymnastics team. He is generally quiet, tends to be shy with strangers, but also loves to entertain. He can't wait for his grand parents and uncle to arrive this week. December is a completely thrilling month for him.