Today was my first birthday.
It was a good day.
The day started with Grammie and Grandpa singing to me on dad’s phone.
And ended with a big dinner, cake and toys wrapped in paper.
I loved the balloons, the salmon dinner, the ducky cake with sparkly candles for my sister to blow out, the crinkly paper and empty boxes, and the toys that came in them.
Now, if you need me, I will be pushing my new ride around waiting for my next birthday.
Happy birthday to me.
When your family is sad, have your mom and dad take you to see beauty.
Lakes that hang, rocks that sprout water, and famous mountains.
It won’t make you miss your mima less, but it will make your heart a little lighter.
I will miss my Mima.
She was one of the first people to hold me.
She was nurturing and loving.
She had a great laugh.
She and Grampy made quite a pair.
Mima, I’m glad I had a good six months with you. I know I made you light up and that you adored me. Miss you.
(A note from Bergen’s editor: Bergen’s grandmother passed away on May 12th after a nearly four year battle with cancer. We are all thankful that Bergen was born with enough time for her to meet him. The blog should resume its regular posts, with some backdating to fill in the last two months. Thanks for reading, Bergy bloggies.)
Get dressed up.
Take a family photo.
Sleep through church and then pose for more photos.
Napping in uncomfortable clothing and sitting for blurry close ups are small inconveniences in comparison to what the man we are celebrating endured.
Christmas is about a baby. I’m a baby. So there’s that. That’s probably where the similarities end, but it sure is nice to know He was once small and helpless like I am right now.
Merry Christmas!!