I was driving around last week doing my usual errands.
Target, groceries, post office, yada yada.
I knew the next day was my firstborns birthday
and knew that I hadn't missed but 1 birthday
in his life because he was in Argentina,
something came over me.
I drove home, threw together dinner for M & J,
packed my luggage and before I knew it,
I was on a plane to Florida.
Turned out to be a great decision.
The celebration began with his favorite lunch spot,
Later that evening, we continued the party at Longhorne's.
See the man in the photo behind me?
Here's a better shot.
Guess who the kids thought he was.
They thought he was stopping in to see if they were being naughty or nice.
I finally turned around and explained to him
why the kids were so excited.
Apparently, he gets this kind of interaction often.
With Abi on my lap,
I said, "do you want to tell him you've been good?"
Her response was
"I want Anna!"
We got a good laugh.
Elijah finally declared that he couldn't be Santa
because he had a set of keys.
Why would Santa need keys?
Good logic to me.
We ended the night with cake, ice cream and presents.
So thankful I got to be a part of it.
Happy Birthday Son!