My Isaac turned six today. I'm having trouble writing that. I have a six year old. My how time has flown. I remember the joy of my first pregnancy, childbirth, and life with a newborn. He was perfect. Mellow, sweet, and utter perfection. Isaac means "blessed laughter". I couldn't have named him better. He was easy, a true blessing in our lives. As he grew, we fell more and more in love. He is tenderhearted and nice. I feel proud to be his mother. Isaac is growing into his own little person now and everyday becoming more and more independent. Although, I encourage and welcome this independence, it is with a heavy heart that I begin the letting go process of my first born son. I love you boo, I can't wait until your party on Saturday!!
Then, we tried out the trial volcano cake. It is pretty awesome! I'm going to wait until Saturday to reveal the full glory of the cake, but I will give you a preview of the effects! The kids had a great time playing with the dry ice.