The grandsons turned one-year-old on Wednesday, so Whitney and I made the drive to Tulsa to meet Carrie-Anne in time for their first haircut, the birthday dinner at Hideaway Pizza (their favorite), and some birthday cake right before bed.
(Thank you to Valerie who gave the banner at the top of my blog a serious makeover last night while we watched the Rangers blow a 6-1 lead in the 7th inning.)
It seems like only four or five months ago when Elliott and Samuel were born 45-seconds apart early, early, early on a Tuesday morning in Tulsa. We sent David and Valerie off to the hospital with our prayers at 4am, and absolutely could not go back to sleep. Carrie-Anne and I just laid there on that futon in their sun room and talked about how, in just a couple of hours, all our lives were about to be dramatically changed. Turns out, we had no idea.
I didn’t know we would actually drive from Midland to Tulsa once a month. Every month. And that sometimes that meant two cars. I didn’t know how three or four weeks without seeing the boys could seem like forever. I’ve remembered how locking eyes with an infant and receiving a knowing smile brings me so much joy, and how little tiny arms stretched out to me immediately shifts whatever else I had in mind. We buy two of everything. Everything. I don’t even know how to describe the feelings I get watching Valerie love her own children. Watching her talk to them. Play with them. Take care of them. These boys and everything about them have filled a place in my heart I didn’t even know I had twelve months ago.
Just to complete the bit, here are the birthday pictures taken on the same jungle-themed blanket they came home in. These two who started out as scrawny little squids have grown into such active, smart, funny, adventurous little boys. Or, I should say, huge boys. They get their size from David’s side and it’s happening fast.
Here are some pics from the haircuts. Sammy sat perfectly still for his while, of course, Elliott jumped and squirmed and wiggled through the entire ordeal. The lady who cut Sammy’s hair did it all by herself–not a problem. It took a team of four people to wrangle Elliott and hold him down for his. And the haircuts aged the boys by like four years! They looked like they were ready to start kindergarten!
Finally, at the end of the day, the cake. White birthday cake with strawberry filling and butter cream icing. A single candle they both tried to grab, not blow out. And a massive mess all over everything. They loved it. They did everything one-year-olds are supposed to do with a birthday cake. A warm up act for a bigger performance at their birthday bash on Saturday. We should have used a bigger drop cloth.
Happy Birthday to Elliott and Samuel! Two little rugrats. Two precious gifts to us from God’s grace.
Peace,
Allan












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