On the 13th, the minutes were filled up and overflowed with all things birthday. Si's very favorites were sprinkled all over and he smiled the whole day through.
Balloons. Fish. McQueen. Chocolate milk. Party hats. Dragons. Cake.
We spent the morning at church and the rest of the day was his for the taking.
Josiah, I didn't get to hold you on the day you were born. And I don't have the details of that first day to share with you - those are memories that belong to your birth mama, who I think of so often. But what I can share is that you are so deeply, incredibly, fiercely loved. In your short three years, your sweet spirit has left a stamp on many hearts. God's plan for you is as wide and high as His love for you.
You make every day a celebration kind of day. Your daddy and I adore you and count each moment with you a gift.
Happy 3rd Birthday, Love.