No rest for the weary. So, shall be our December motto from now on! Sam's 2nd birthday followed hot on the heels of Christmas Day!
Elise and I deliberated long and hard, pondering a motif splendorous enough to capture the significance of the day. We ended up motif-less, but don't feel we copped out. In light of Peter's impending arrival, we envisioned a dream afternoon for Sam, a few hours that were all his, where we indulged his every fancy and tickled his every whim...such is what birthday's are and should be made of...especially when in a few short days you will start sharing the spotlight. That day, however, was, and by design, all Sam's.
We gathered on the green in New Haven, setting up a small birthday oasis at one end of the grass, two folding tables and a dozen folding chairs, adorned with a colorful table cloth and balloons. We ordered pizza and a cake and made sure that all of Sam's favorite people were in attendance. He opened presents, ate p'tah and icing and ran around gleefully. He could have just been outside and been content. Add Nanny, Bill & Jackie, Mark & Cameron, Bobotz, 'Ma and Granddad and Uncle Josh, some bocce balls, a new remote control car and several ounces of blue-tinged sugar and he was on cloud 9.
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