We did not prepare much for Brayden's birthday. For anyone that knows us, we do big birthday parties...we love parties. About a week before Brayden's birthday, we decided to have a party. We invited our immediate family for dinner at a farm.
Carter and Luke were a big reason for the party. They wanted Brayden to have a party. Their thoughts:
Carter: Who will open his presents? Well, Luke and I can help.
Luke: Will he have cake since he is allergic? (Luke's version of why Brayden cannot eat by mouth)
Carter: Who will blow out his candles? I can do it, so can Luke.
The party day came. The wind was ferocious and cold. Everyone was huddled inside the old farm house. The ponies arrived. The children were outside riding. I was taking pictures of the children on the pony rides and then I walked back to the house. Brayden was totally alone in a room, just sitting there quietly, everyone else was busy with the party. It broke my heart. He was at his own birthday party but NOT at his birthday party.
I have no other deep thoughts about it, it just made me sad but still happy to celebrate his 3rd birthday.