What comes before part B? Par-tay!!
No, but seriously, I have been having a little internal struggle over Levi's upcoming second birthday.
Pause: my son is going to be two on Saturday. SOB SOB SOB!!!
Resume. You see, in my little circle of friends, two year old birthdays don't call for a big party. Whether it's that there are other children in the family or funds are tight, or that logically, parties aren't necessary for the child who can't actually name their friends, birthday parties for two year olds just don't really happen 'round here.
But yet, I want to pull out all the stops. Oh, and Pinterest is not helping at all.
No, Levi doesn't care if we party or not. Of course he won't remember his second birthday, the fifty balloons I've bought, or the Elmo cupcakes I'm going to make. And I'm sure I can name a million other things to invest our money in than Sesame Street party favors.
But this is why we will party:
We celebrate a miracle - our miracle.
We rejoice in the incredibly unique union of two families.
We remember the hole that has been filled by a little boy who stole our hearts from the moment we saw his picture on the screen.
We relish in God's lavish faithfulness.
It's the perfect opportunity for birth and adoptive families to spend time together and get to know one another a little more. In fact, last year we were all still so awkward, I'm not sure if I even actually introduced Jen to our siblings, parents, and grandparents. So this year we'll keep the party smaller, with more chance of actually getting conversation in between cake bites and pin the nose on the Elmo games.
This is not to say that parties are right for everyone, I just came to the conclusion that a big birthday party is exactly right for us and our situation, and I need to stop worrying about what everyone else is doing.
The following message from Jen perfectly sums up the importance of Levi's birthday to those who love him...