Happy Birthday, Madalyn. You are the overflow of our happiness in God, a gift, a reward, our treasure. You are waking up in the room across the hall and about to storm back into the day with a full tank, so this will be quick.
Here are some photos from your birthday:
This was the wonderful cake your mother made for you. I know it looks like a board game, but it is a cake.
This was the invitation for your party. That’s a number two. Those faceless children in the background aren’t real children.
This was the gang that showed up to celebrate two years of your life. We met some at the church and some at the park. There is a man in the middle wearing a red jersey. We do not root for his team.
You maxin’ in hoodie.
Mountain. Pavilion. Free giant chutes and ladders.
You distracted by cones when all of your friends wanted to play.
At some point this will come to an end, but it brings you too much joy for that to be on your birthday. You love making dust clouds in the wood chips.
Forget about the climbing wall. It’s a jumping wall. Nice landing.
These are the flowers I got for you that you don’t really understand, but will appreciate when you’re 18 and I get you flowers on your birthday.
Talking to grandma and grandpa Hunter.
Kissing them…without prompt.
Talking to grandma and grandpa Robinson.
According to your math, six is only two away from two. You are growing up fast, but we won’t allow for that. It’s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 then on from there. Be 2. Enjoy 2. Help us enjoy 2 too. Obey your parents in everything, for this pleases the Lord.