Yesterday, my love turned 40.
It was a wonderful day filled with presents picked out by the kids (a stuffed shark from Alice and a Ninja “so we can play together” from Tom), and brownies, and playing outside. Very simple, and super awesome.
Because we weren’t doing too much, I bought two huge balloons — a 4 and 0 — because they were fun and festive, and the kids just LOVED them.
We took the picture you see above, of Kevin turning the big 0-4 (oops! Ha!) and then the kids continued to play with them outside.
Having the most fun of all, was Alice with her 0. She had never seen a balloon that big, and she thought it was the most fantastic thing ever invented. (Totally agree, Alice!)
She loved it. Loved it.
So it shouldn’t surprise you after reading the title of this post, that she then, very accidentally…let it go.
I didn’t see what happened, but I looked over and saw her devastated face, and realized immediately what occurred.
She ran to me, arms outstretched, tears streaming down her face, saying, “I lost it! I lost it!”
Poor sweet baby.
I explained to her that the balloon was just for fun, and we’d had fun with it, and now it was off to new adventures…
But she didn’t seem very convinced. She still cried.
And then, this happened:
Tom came over to her, and said, “Here, Alice. You can have the 4.”
Alice said, “But it’s yours.”
And Tom said, “No, I’m done with it. You can have it.”
And she stopped crying. Jumped off my lap, and ran around with the 4 instead.
And Tom went to play with something else.
But I want you to know…Tom had not been done with the 4.
He’d been playing with it just as much as Alice and her 0.
He loved that huge balloon. He just loved his sister more.
And I just never want to forget how sweet that gesture from Tom was. And how when Alice really realized it, she ran over to him and gave him a huge hug saying, “I love you, Thomas!”
I am so glad they have each other. And I’m so proud to be their mom.