Yesterday we celebrated Rococo's birthday. It's so hard to believe that my baby is now 7... He's such a low maintenance boy. All he wanted to do was go to the YMCA and Swim, go to a deli and get sandwiches, play golf, and ride his bike.
Since I was a cake decorator in my life pre-kids, I asked my Rock what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday... He told me that he didn't want a cake. He wanted Jello Jigglers. How easy is that? So I made strawberry & orange jigglers. Half of the jigglers were in the shape of number 7 and the rest were an assortment of dinosaurs courtesy of a set of cookie cutters Mil gave us last year. What a wonderful day! I was so proud to make this day centered around honoring a boy who is kind, tender, active, energetic, talented and just a blessing to be around... (No I didn't say perfect-nevertheless a blessing).
He was so cute yesterday, I came downstairs after 7am and he was sitting at the table in the kitchen with streamers draped above his head and a table decorated with a festive tablecloth and birthday gifts. He was just sitting there. Looking at his presents and waiting for us to come downstairs so he could open them. I usually stretch the gifts throughout the day. I gather the ones that relatives send and the ones we bought and give a few during breakfast, a couple at lunch then the last few at dinner. Which dinner usually consisted of Cake, Ice cream, and sometimes chips. But since Rocco wanted Jello Jigglers, we had dinner and served up the jigglers and hour later.
I am so blessed to be a mother. I am honored that God saw fit that I was the one to raise Rocco. I am so blessed to have a son that will carry on our family name. I am so blessed to have a son who finds joy in the simple things in life.