The Twelve Days of Birthday

Today is the last day of September.  It's Friday night and I am more than content with a night in, complete with a Papa Murphy's pizza, an Oktoberfest, and a pair of yoga pants.  It's going to frost tonight, and I'm looking forward to curling up in our nest with lots of blankets and a forgotten alarm clock.  After all, tomorrow is a very big day.  It might as well be Christmas Eve around our house.  
Okay - so tomorrow might not be Cruz's birthday, or even the day of his party for that matter, but it's the eve of the day we prepare for Cruz's party.  The day we gather with family and friends to celebrate all that is Cruz.  The day we gather to remember the day he was born, all eight pounds, 21.5 inches of wonder that he was.  The day we gather to smile and laugh, and maybe even shed a few tears of happiness as we remember the year that changed everything for us.  The year Cruz made us just a little more complete.

So, after months of visualizing and planning this 'simple little get-together,' I'm nearing an end of sock monkey overload.  Tonight, I wrap just one more gift, hot glue one more pom pom on a party hat, and pick up a hundred of tiny pieces of toilet paper Cruz stole from the bathroom and used as confetti in the hallway.  Even he's starting to get the drift of this whole birthday party thing...

Lots to do tomorrow and Sunday.  I can't wait to bring this party to life this weekend and see how Cruz Man reacts to the role of BIRTHDAY BOY!  
(Did I mention that I can't wait to find the floor of one of my guestrooms?)