My Dallin

Today was a fun filled, swashbuckling day. We had "Parents and Pastries" day at school for breakfast, then after school we started a new tradition of going to the book store to pick out a special birthday book (with a little guidance from mommy since she is the new Children's literature maniac thanks to school....) and then off to play miniature golf. (I know, we did that last year, but that is all the kid requested again, much to Ben's dismay......) Grandma and Grandpa Kidd and Aunt Jessica and Uncle Brandon sent the most AWESOME birthday presents EVER, and Dallin was the envy of all the neighborhood. He made such a hawl that there was plenty of toys for all the kids to play with. Thanks, guys. Thanks also to our St. G family that really fills in for these special days when we have no biological family to celebrate with. You all do a great job of staving off the home-sickness. Love you all!

I do just have to say quickly how much I love My Dallin. There was a very real and scary time in his life when we didn't know quite what his future would hold, and had no comprehension of the joy that he would bring to our lives. He is a good boy with a squishy heart. He is one of the bravest people I know and has endured and overcome many trials in his life with such grace that I know I haven't managed. He is my stick totin', rock holdin,' treasure stealin', face pullin' buccaneer, and I love him.