I was so happy when Ryder was elated to see the hallway decorated for his birthday wake up. I had feared that he might start to think it was silly or not a big deal. Nope. He loved it. I'm sure the day will come when he'll cross the threshold of his bedroom with an eye roll, but I'm thankful this was not the year.
Birthday tag. Ryder couldn't have been happier. He loves to run especially with Daddy. The perfect end to turning five. The middle part of the day is undocumented due to a stomach bug I came down with, but Ryder barely noticed because he was so loved on by everyone else. Highlights of the day for Ryder: marking his height on the growth chart, taking jello jigglers to preschool, perusing Target for the perfect toy with Aunt Kylee, a pretzel from the mall, watching Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs 2, and homemade pizza made by Jack. It wasn't exactly what I had planned, but I was reminded that little boys are just as happy with a game of tag with dad as they are with grand plans.
We love you more than you'll ever know. You are a gift to us, and we are so thankful for you. Happy Fifth Birthday to our rambunctious, tender, competitive, orderly, loving boy.