So, guys, I had my 4th birthday party the other week-end.
It was okay…
Here’s my birthday picture with my Moms. Moms is all excited – wearing her East Africa shirt ’cause I’m from Rwanda. And, I’m copin’ a ‘tude. I’m just not feelin’ it…
Then, my Uncle J said grace. He thanked God for the food and friendship. But, he forgot to thank God for my birthday – for my turning 4!
Can you believe it?!
Luckily, my Moms intervened to remind him that the reason for our gathering was my birthday. Then Uncle J thanked the Lord for all the animals he put on the earth – including me!! So, I did get my birthday blessing after all.
Then it came time to eat. And, do you know what happened? My Moms’ guests ate my grilled fish. That’s right. Moms grilled the fish especially for me but everybody ate it. Moms forgot to give me some!
And you know what, guys?! My Moms forgot my number 4 birthday candle. So, when she brought out my birthday cake there were no candles. Just these cheesey matches! Isn’t that tacky?! Look at my birthday cake! Doesn’t it look lame?!
But, you know, guys, even though things turned out just “okay” I am so grateful I finally had my very first and very own birthday party!
Given to me by my Moms!
Happy Birthday to me!!