Our Mark turned 3 today, so we celebrated. This was one great day. Richard stayed home. We were all together. We watched the kids play and we ate cupcakes. Bliss.
First, Richard made waffles because Mark loves ’em. Then we headed off to the zoo. Mark wanted to see an alligator…you know, like a three year old wants something. Tigers, Lions, peacocks, giraffes, monkeys, tortoises all entertained us, but to Mark, it was just an endless search for an alligator. We kept searching, sure that we would come across an alligator eventually. It was around 100 degrees by 11:00 when we left the zoo.
But we did find something that at least looked like an alligator five minutes before we left. Anyone who has had a 3 year old can feel our joy at that discovery.
We sang Happy Birthday to Mark around 20 times. He loved it.
And every time we sang to him, he blew out his candle… until the wick disappeared and the wax melted into his cupcake.
In his prayer tonight, he said, “and thank thee for that we could have my birthday party at the zoo and and thank thee for that we could open my Dinoco present and thank thee for that we could open all my presents…”
We love you, Mark.
Amen.
