Super 8

My oldest gift from the Lord turned 8 on Friday. Can it really be true that I am a mother to an eight-year-old?!

The day before his birthday we gave Davey a little riddle. We told him that he would not wake up to any presents because he was going to be choosing the gift himself. The reason was that we needed him to be there to choose the size. By the end of the day, he was pretty convinced he was getting some sort of clothing. We just enjoyed letting him think that, knowing what the real present was going to be...

And, (drumroll please!) the gift we had in mind was a NEW BIKE. We had money from his Mimi, from our dear friends Larry and Vicki, and from us. We took Davey to an outdoor market, and this is the pretty bike he chose...

Then, we let him choose one thing to do together as a family, and his choice was bowling. What fun we had together as a family! We have never been bowling here, so it was a pleasant surprise to find out that this is something we can enjoy right here in Simferopol!

BIG DAVEY - SUPER 8!

For lunch we let Davey choose where we would eat. It was no surprise when he quickly responded, "McDonald's!" because this is where we usually go on very special days. Since it is the only little piece of America we have here, we try to save it for special occasions.
Today we had a small gathering at our house for Davey to celebrate being 8 with his friends. David grilled hot dogs for a menu of grilled chili-cheese dogs, potato salad, and birthday cake. Yum!

The greatest gift of all was to hear my birthday boy tell us that his birthday was better than he could have expected. Ahhh... music to a Mommy's ears.