A few months ago, Ben was with me on our usual run of errands when he spotted some birthday candles in the discount store. With his big brown eyes, long lashes and sweet, pleading look, I broke down and broke the "birthday rule." (The very rule I put in place after a particularly maddening season of hearing the kids talk about and plan for their birthdays all. the. time. Even while their current birthday was happening. Or someone else's. Or at the mention of the word.)
So we bought the candles and I tucked them away until July. Except Ben's birthday was in June.
And we did the cake I made at lunch and thought we were going to have a second cake for the family birthday the following day, only we never did have the second cake and so the candles never got put on the first one.
Besides, I completely forgot about the candles anyway until a few days before the Fourth of July.
I remembered, then, Ben gentle, hopeful look as I considered his candle question, and even though it was one month late, I decided to put the candles on the tarts I made for the Fourth.
So we celebrated and sang and he blew out his candles.
And I was glad I didn't talk myself out of putting those candles on the tarts just because they weren't a cake and it wasn't his birthday and he was already five.
Some rules, the silly man-made Pharisaical ones we make up to order and control what only God can order and control, those rules are meant to be broken.
And a few other memories from the Fourth...
Beautiful weather for eating dinner outside.
Luke looking forward to celebrating. And the shirt I made for the parade a few years ago still fits him!
Funny faces awaiting fireworks..