lucky seven

Henry's birthday got off to a great start this morning. We stopped at Starbucks again on the way to the high school. I got a venti this time, both boys got crumble berry coffee cakes. By the time we got home, Henry had eaten all the crumble and berry parts off the top of his coffee cake, and started making a move toward his brother's!

Thomas and I both told him no repeatedly, but Henry would not give up. "I will trade him!" he cried. (Like Thomas wants to trade half of a perfectly good coffee cake for the mangled bottom of one. He may only be 2, but he's no fool.)

Henry was crying and really getting upset. I tried offering other breakfast favorites, but he would have none of it. "The sausage is gone! The go-tarts are gone!" he moaned, through his sniffles.

I was getting worried. The bus would come soon and Henry's birthday would be off to a horrible start.

After a few more bites, the little brother pipes up, "o-tay 'enry, I will trade wiss you."

I couldn't believe it. I gasped and said "Thomas!" in a way that seemed to make him think he was in trouble. But I quickly explained that I was so proud of him and that was so nice of him to share with Henry.

Henry's tears stopped immediately. He poked away at the top of the coffee cake, and happily went out to the bus.

Then came a wonderful surprise: the bus driver had balloons and a present for Henry!!! Is that just about too much to hope for?!

We sent in ice cream sandwiches for his class treat, and have a fun-filled weekend planned, that I will tell you about next week.

Seven years ago a light came into my life. His smiling face has made me happy for 2,555 days now! Happy Birthday Henry!