We had a fun party planned for Caleb with his closest friends and family but our 3 week stomach bug did not let up for our baby boys birthday. His party was on Saturday and when he got sick Friday, with a broken heart I called everyone canceling the party. He still had a very fun day. People brought over his presents all day long. They would drop them off at the door then talk to the kids through the glass. It was like we had the plague no one even wanted to risk breathing the same air as us, and I don't blame them one bit.
Caleb you are amazing. I say you are my little bear made of fire and ice. You tell me you love me and that I'm beautiful and cute and that you want to marry me all the time. Then if I tell you you can't have a 3rd granola bar you will tell me I broke your heart and your angry at me and you don't like me. You love costumes and playing super hero. You love to be in PJ's and will put them on the moment we get home. You like legos and reading books and have the most precious love/hate relationship with your baby sister. You love being outside and kicking the soccer ball. I love you so much it hurts and am so very proud of the big boy you have become.