birthday eve for big h

today was a good day. tomorrow is big h's birthday, and so we had a birthday party for him tonight at a nearby park. it ended up being a beautiful day. thanks to daylight savings, we made it to church this morning. and we started the service by singing our (mine and buz's) favorite song. (you are holy/prince of peace) that is one of about 4 songs that i actually cry to every time i sing it. (and don't tell, but i think buz tears up too.) home for naps? nope, didn't happen. buz off to get ready for the party. mom *stuck* with both kiddos. i only use the word stuck because the afternoon seemed to drag because i was so excited for henry to get to his party. we finally got in the car, and i said, "henry, you wanna know where we're going?" he said yes. i told him we were going to a birthday party, and he seemed pretty pumped. he loves going to birthday parties. then i said, "you know whose party we're going to? YOUR birthday party!" i mean, the "oh ho ho ho" that came from his mouth was priceless. he was really, really excited! so excited that he fell asleep in the car on the way there. figures. we got to the park, and he was elated. he saw daddy and ran to him like lovers in an airport. it ended up being an incredible party. lots of our closest friends were there to help us celebrate big h and his life thus far.

however, greta surprisingly tried to steal the show tonight. i've said before that 5-8 is just NOT her time. most (including weentrab and my new friend amy) know this. but any of our friends who did NOT know this information were introduced to it tonight. poor greta goo. whew -- she showed everyone that henry is not the only wisner with a set of lungs. she looked cute, but that just didn't do it for her. so to all of you who were there, you'll be glad to know that greta is full and comfortably resting in her bed as i write this.

the best came when i got in the car with greta and big h. i asked him what the best part of his day was. (this question is asked daily, usually at the dinner table or in the bathtub.) his answer almost brought me to tears. "hey hey mommy, my friends came and ate thomas cake with me at my dee-day pah-tee."

isn't that what it's all about? we love you, henry pattison wisner!



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