Monday, May 21, 2012

November 26, 2011

 Luke was due January 4th.  Every time I'd go in for a check up and the doctor would check his growth, he would laugh and say, "We'll see if he makes it that long."  I refused to have a Christmas baby for the sake of his poor birthday for the rest of his life.  My body was so determined NOT to let that happen that Luke came early...really early...the day after Thanksgiving.  The second worst birthday, or so I thought.  When it comes down to it, you don't care when your baby arrives.  You want him there, in your arms, and you want him breathing.  Our little guy didn't have the best beginning, but a year later, you'd never guess his struggles.   
And I'd never guess how much fun it is to celebrate his birthday on Thanksgiving weekend.  It's tradition to cut down our Christmas tree the day or two after Thanksgiving.  How perfect it is to turn that into a birthday celebration as well!
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 Luke thought so too.
 The girls
 The divas


The bruddas

The cuz's
Daddy's little guy
 
 Our tree was calling to Joe.  This one was it.

Don't ask.


 Our little family of five.  So happy together.

2 comments:

Sue said...

I wouldn't really mind sharing my birthday with Thanksgiving. You'd have so many people around to celebrate with you!

=)

anitamombanita said...

What an adorable little family. We have a grandson who was born last year, the day after Thanksgiving. And now we are expecting another one THIS year... same day. I think it's a mighty fine day to be born!!!