Celebrate good times.......{COME ON!!! }

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 When the time comes,
and the weather cooperates (sort of)
When the sun shines,
and the day is right.....
you must celebrate!
 We had a superhero (weird right?) party last weekend....
to celebrate a super hero of our own.....
 A couple of super brothers.....
A few super friends and family...
and one super sister....


 There was piñata beating......
 Candy flying.....
 Cake eating.....






 Jump house jumping...
 Super hero bowling....
and so much fun......
The wind blew like crazy, but we partied anyway.....
It was worth the struggle of blowing plates and messy hair....
Capes flowing in the wind and a breeze of smiles and happiness all around.
There is nothing exactly like....
 watching Parklen have fun.
Little boy fun....
wild and crazy...
joyful....
Happy 7th birthday celebration to my favorite super hero loving boy.....

I love you my darling boy.
Each year of your life that passes, brings forth a million different blessings.....
a thousand new life lessons,
and a sense of gratitude that would be unmatched with out your existence....
You are the miracle that lives and breathes within our home...
The survivor.
The young man full of faith and love....
You are one of a kind...
I am thankful to be your mom,
and happy to witness your life firsthand....
7 years,
it is hard to believe...
and more than you will ever know...
more than could ever be explained....
I love you.

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