I remember my childhood birthdays fondly (Peter Rabbit theme perhaps the apex, age 7), and throughout life, always having felt celebrated on my birthday. So, I looked forward to celebrating Max, and even more so into the future when these days take on a magical quality for a child. He didn't have a lot of agency in planning this year, so I went with Where the Wild Things Are theme as a play on his name.
In the weeks leading up to his birthday, this year, I enjoyed my sweet memories of this time last year. It was the joy for a lifetime to get ready for him and then meet him after a lot of hard work. It was even better than beating Albin at Regionals when I was a sophomore to qualify for the state basketball tournament (Haha, that's for you, Anduin).
The invitation email
We had the party on the porch of our new house,
Uncle Charlie gave a smash cake as part of his gift,
Grammy Lynn made caramel pretzel brownies for
the grown-ups and brought flowers from her garden,
Grandma Joy furnished us with her famous enchiladas
Airplane!
Daddy
Uncle Ben came from Denver
Between being a reluctant eater
and the crowd, this was as far as he got
Pressies! He made out like a bandit.
I'm obsessed with how cute he is in his helmet
Photo thanks to my mother a.k.a. Grammy Lynn.
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