The Eighteenth of May

On May 18th, 2007, in the wee hours of the morning, I gave birth to the tiniest full-term baby anyone had ever seen.  His Daddy named him Zion.

On May 18th, 2010, at three minutes shy of noon, my dear friend Candace Chaney gave birth to a chunky baby son in Louisiana.  They named him Asher.  Happy Birthday, Asher!  We can't wait for a lifetime of TWO birthday boys to celebrate on the 18th of May.

While Candace was laboring in Shreveport, Zion was waking up a 3-year-old for the first time, eating Lucky Charms (a birthday treat), and playing with his new remote control car.

After breakfast, we drove to the airport to pick up GRANDMA, who flew in from Michigan to see us for the first time since her visit to East Asia last Spring.  It was a joyous moment for everyone!  I was especially excited.  In all the world, there is no one quite like your own mom.

Later that afternoon, we headed to Chuck E. Cheese's to celebrate our little 3-year-old.

Here is his reaction to seeing Chuck E. Cheese coming out to greet him.

Needless to say, he did not like "The Big Mouse," as he called him. Poor little guy.

Zion Daniel Rupp, you are the spunk in my life, the bounce in my hallway, the sweet voice that interupts my anxious thoughts, the tiny hand that touches away my frowns.  You are the thread of affection in our home, the instigator of love, the faucet of joy.  You are Bright's best friend, Brave's comedian, Daddy's little buddy, and my biggest fan.  Happy, happy birthday to you!  May your loving heart belong always to the One who made you and loves you best of all.