a winner & a birthday boy

First of all, thank you to all the kind ladies who commented about my beautiful shower.  The invitations were created by my dear friend Rae … aren’t they the most perfect things you’ve ever seen? Keepsake for sure. And it was hosted at my best friend’s gorgeous home and all the food was made by my talented girls.

Now, for the winner of the fancy shoe stationery {I went with a very high-tech form of drawing, as you can see}.

A N D   T H E    W I N N E R    I S : Wendy from The Shabby Nest.  Send me an email and I’ll ship these to you shortly {emily@jonesdesigncompany.com}.

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Six years ago, right about now, I was laying in my bed starting to cry from the pain of contractions. It was my first time at this labor thing and I had already been sent home from the hospital early that morning, so there was no way I was going to go in only to be sent home again.  When you’ve never experienced labor pains, you really have no idea how bad they can get. I figured “it could be worse”, so I stayed in bed, curled up, fighting through the pain while my husband finished out his day at work.  Another hour or so passed and my mother-in-law {a former labor & delivery nurse} came by to see how we were doing.  I mentioned it felt a little like I needed to push and she FREAKED OUT. We raced to the hospital, where I was admitted and realized that I had dilated all the way to 8 cm.  Is this too much information?  I haven’t thought about this in a while!

Anyway, two hours later, my little bundle of everything was born.  My m-i-l jokes that the first thing I said when I saw him was, “He’s so cute. Not all gross like i thought!”.  And he really was. Still is. 

He was born just two hours before his daddy’s birthday, but his is a fun one to remember: 02.03.04.

Oh how this little boy has changed our lives. He is sensitive and silly and so completely smart. He is cautious and curious and creative beyond belief. Give him a pencil and paper and he’ll create a masterpiece. Give him a box of legos and he’ll build the most amazing helicopter. 

He has his share of quirks: he creates more crumbs than anyone I’ve known. He waits until the very last second to go to the bathroom.  He gets freaked out about minor injuries. He cries a little more than we’d prefer.

But he loves the Lord, loves his family, loves his terribly worn 'white blankie’.

And we all adore him.

Happy birthday to the most wonderful S.I.X. year old around.