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Better Birthdays

The last half of the year running through January is the birthday season in our house.
Starting in late August all the way through January.
The last week in October means it's time to celebrate our Third Girl.  Fast forward three weeks and it's Second Girl's birthday.
That means combined birthday parties.
Last year that month of birthdays was very difficult and I wasn't able to really put together a meaningful birthday party. I was barely functioning and really just trying to keep my ahead above water. My kids could tell. I felt a lot of mom guilt over it.
We scrambled to make a makeshift crafting birthday party for the girls in the front lawn of their grandparents. The kids had fun, but it wasn't our usual birthday celebrations.
The cake was humorous. I was supposed to have made a Pete the Cat Cake, but when we arrived at the party I realized that Pete the Cat was ripped from the icing and smeared all over the cake cover.
There was no repairing it.  My Madelyn still talks about her cake.  Her funny cake.
I also forgot her candles.  My mother-in-law rummaged through her junk drawer and produced a '60' candle used a few years ago for their grandfather.
The sixty candle was plopped down on the hole in the middle of the haphazard cake.

The 'sad cake' 

Madelyn still jokes about this cake.  Whenever people asked her this year her age she would laugh and say, "I'm sixty."  As if those birthday candles made her sixty.  She thought this was wildly funny. 

This year I wanted to treat the girls to a much better birthday party.  It had been several years since we had made a big deal out of the kids birthdays. 
As the summer closed the girls and I started brainstorming about the party they wished for. 
A harvest party at their Aunt Jane's house.  
As the idea hatched and Aunt Jane was contacted more people decided to join in. 
There are six birthdays in the span of about four weeks in the family. 
Everyone was in.  
All birthdays would be celebrated together and that also meant extra moms to plan, assist, and help.
Really we just thought of the idea, Aunt Jane and Aunt Jeanette took off with it and made that hot October Saturday very memorable. 
They had so many ideas. 
There was a pumpkin patch, lots of games, hayrides to the barn,  a photo booth, so much food, and well over sixty people at the party. 
It was a beautiful Saturday celebrating six beloved children.  All cousins.
I don't think they will forget that day.
We won't forget all of the planning.
And my girls especially loved it.  Their lack luster birthdays redeemed from the preceding year. 
Are you in a down season? Where you just have seemed to let things go or not be able to give your best? 
It will come around again. 
You will have a next time. 
I knew in the specter of that awful autumn last year we needed to right it with a beautiful beginning this year to birthday season. 
The day meant a lot to everyone.  
To my girls.
It meant so much to me .
God is so compassionate and merciful to give us another chance, good and beautiful memories to hold close and replace the bad.  
To give us new.  A new year, new moments, and new life. 
God gives new seasons.  A season that one year meant the death of some things and sorrow replaced with grace and new beginnings.
This was a lovely Autumn.  
I'm so thankful.  

Aunt Chica 

2nd Girl turns 7 

Third Girl turns 4 

This game got the most giggles.  How long does it take to eat a doughnut with no hands? :)

2nd Girl doesn't like her pumpkin. Clearly 

A Better Birthday :) 


  1. Somer,
    I love this peek into your life with all the girls' birthdays! (If I checked into Facebook once in a while I might have actually seen them, but alas I don't!) What a HILARIOUS story about the icing smeared and the 60 candle -- oh my goodness! Your stories are too funny and I hope you save every one of them for your girls to savor later when they're away at college. :)

    What a beautiful idea to combine the parties and have the family join in to make it even more memorable. I just adore how you raise your girls to love family, be creative and how you encourage their dreams and hopes and endeavors! Love you too, Somer! xoxo


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