Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Jacob's birthday

Jacob turned 35 this year.  He spent the day at a quiet place to reflect on his previous years, seek Father, and gain vision for goals of the coming years, with a short interruption to have lunch with us at one of his favorite restaurants.  Even in the time away we were not forgotten.  He messaged me that he wanted to change his birthday dessert plans to the next day, so that Eden and I could attend a party at a friend's house.  After he returned that afternoon, I got ready, while Eden scarfed down a piece of leftover quiche.  We headed to the light rail with a container of veggies and homemade hummus.  That night we enjoyed snacks including muffins and popcorn while watching Little Women in a girls only crowd.  These are moments I treasure with my daughter.  
We did wait till the next day to have birthday  dessert.  Instead of a cake this year, he just wanted an old-fashioned banana split.  You would think that would be simple, however, I think I'd rather make a cake next time ;).  The process involved making homemade hot fudge on the stove, boiling a can of sweetened condensed milk for 2 1/2 hours, hand whipping some whipping cream because my beater died, and toasting nuts.  Put it all on top of a split banana and vanilla ice cream, and voila!  The only thing missing was a cherry.

Jacob has been successfully working hard to be healthy, and requested ankle weights for his birthday.  Kristalyn ordered those on taobao, and I surprised him with a shirt and mug with his university emblem on them.  The older two love their Dad, and wanted to be part of the fun, so they decorated the house.

 
Banana split was the theme.


Pin the tail on the banana. Ha!  I'm so not that creative.


They also created centers.  Here are a few.



Showers of Blessing:
Creative children who love their Dad
Banana splits
Quiet times to reflect
Thoughtful Moms who throw movie parties and include us
Little Women with my precious daughter
Husband who values relationships



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