Another birthday was successful. I still can't believe that Noah has had 14 of them. He said that this was his best one yet. I am not exactly sure why that is, but I was glad. I didn't know how this one would go since we are a little out of our normal element and with the broken arm and all.
He woke up early and had that look on his face that said, "what is the possibility of me being able to open my present before I go to school?". He did and was thrilled with the choices for the year. Whew - another success.
When he walked out of our door and into the great room of the quad we are living in, he saw balloons, streamers and a birthday banner. Some of our new friends decorated the night before. So sweet!
We went out for dinner; made a stop to spend some birthday $ and then he came home to his second cake for the day. Some other new friends surprised him with a lego cake - it was great!
I realized as we were all sitting around last night that this was very familiar. When we were at this same training center getting ready to move to Africa 9 years ago, Noah turned 5. I have a picture of him on the couch surrounded by all of his new friends. We did a
repeat of the same picture - well, same place, just all new friends. And he looks 9 years older.
A lot has happened in those 9 years. He is the same as he was and so much more. I really like who he is turning out to be.
