It was a day of magic. A day filled with love. And music ~
It was a Sesame Street kind of day ~
With new friends (Oscar, Telly Monster, Prairie Dawn and Rosita) joining the old ~
For lots of love …
… and hugs! (Look carefully – They’re all hugging) ~
It was a day filled with visions of confectionary perfection ~
The kind of day when sherbet colored paratroopers …
… float in from the skies ~
And bricks and mortar are made of gingerbread and buttercream ~
But through all the magic, one question remained ~
Would the Jesus doll live up to the last two month’s refrain?
Trying to fulfill her baby’s only request, Mama sewed late into the night …
… hoping upon hope that he’d be just right.
Mama was nervous, but as it turned out – there was no need to worry, no need to doubt ~
A kiss sealed the deal ~
And when it was time for the birthday cake after the meal ~
Jesus blew his candle out ~
Ed note ~ Yes, we made a birthday cake for Jesus. Yes, I know that’s a little odd. But every single day leading up to Christmas, Brooke asked if we could sing Happy Birthday to Him. And every single day, I said, “Not until His birthday.” When she woke up this morning, it was the VERY FIRST THING WE DID.
And as for why that cake turned out to be a giant Oreo? Hey, just go with it.