Tomorrow
my nephew turns seven and all he wanted for his birthday was a fiesta.
He made a list of the guests he wanted to invite, chose a football theme,
decided that he wanted a bounce house, to play freeze tag and to perform some
of his piano songs at his birthday party.
My sister and I worked diligently following his instructions to the
nose, but on the day of the party - God decided to water the plants and it rained
like crazy. The bounce house rental
called to inform us that due the rain they would not be able to bring the bounce
house after all. Breaking the news to my kiddo was
difficult, but surprisingly he didn’t cry - he just looked out the window and wished
it would stop raining. At which moment I
told him it was time for prayer. He
looked confused, “but tia the clouds
is what creates rain not God what good will it do to pray.” After I explained that God controlled the
clouds because He created them, he looked at me and said, “God, please kick the
clouds to another place and clear the sky.”
He really has a way with words and no one needed to tell him to be
specific in his prayers (smile). And of
course, the sky cleared soon after that!
Had to improvise- decorating cake pops instead of bounce house.
It wouldn't be a Mexican Party without a piñata
My
nephew has been a blessing from the moment we found out my sister was
pregnant. She and her husband had been
trying to conceive for a couple years unsuccessfully, and a few months
after my brother died we found out that she was with child. God really has perfect timing, because the
announcement of my nephew's arrival gave my family (specifically my mom) the biggest
reason to go on. We had something
wonderful to focus on instead of the loss.
He’s the only grandchild (other than Dollar), the only son (to my sis & her husband) and the only biological
nephew that I have. And life since his
birth has been a million times more joyful and prosperous. Happy Birthday my
love.
Opening presents (Dollar is smiling at the corner)
Make a birthday wish...
Mi Familia
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