While we were grocery shopping, to told Joshua to pick out one of the cakes from the Betty Crocker shelf. Of course, he had to pick pink. Nothing against pink- but EVERYTHING against a fake strawberry-flavored box cake. But this was Joshua's project, so the pink cake went in the cart, followed by pink icing and a small jar of sprinkles.
On Christmas night, John took Joshua upstairs for a bath and bed, and I remembered the cake. So he came back down in his pajamas and helped me cut and serve the cake before bedtime. Instead of singing happy birthday, we prayed and thanked God for the precious gift He gave us 2000 years ago when He came in the form up a baby, wrapped in swaddling cloths.
What a gift that was.