the story of a birthday

Once upon a time on a summer night not so long ago a baby boy was born.  He was small and cute and his parents thought he was the best baby ever.

Time passed and the baby grew into a boy.  The best boy ever.

Now the boy is 9.

It's been a delight to raise him so far.  He is a joy to his father and me.  Bright and sweet and funny and kind. 

Many weeks ago we had a little discussion about his birthday.  It went something like this:
Mom can I have a party.
Sure
On my birthday
We'll see
Okay

Then a couple weeks ago:
 I was at the bus stop and Debbie said, Oh I am sorry John can't come to Ethan's party we're going to be out of town.
Hmmm.  When is the party?
On the 25th.  John brought home a really cute hand made invitation with soccer balls on it and all the info and to please RSVP.

So, he planned his party.  :) 

And I was okay with that. 

All he wanted to do was play soccer. 

So we did.  For four hours.

 We also had some burgers and chips and watermelon and beans.

 He got some great presents.

 We played Ninja and the boys got very very wet with the hose and cups and water guns.

At the end we built a fire and the boys made smores.  Then they played more soccer in the dark until their parents dragged them home wet and sticky and happy.

The End