Red Robin

It's a crazy joyous celebratory kind of few days for our fam.

Haaaaaappy Birthday Mimi! Haaaaaaappy Birthday Poppy! Haaaaaaappy "verserday" you two crazy kids!! Haaaaaaappy Birthday Aunt Wendy! Haaaaaaaappy Birthday Jennifer! *Spirit sprinkles! Party horns! Birthday love!*

We probably won't be spotted in public with Cooper again until he is in middle school.

Let me preface this by saying, he has been a rockstar this weekend. Total gem. Went from terrible twos to an absolute doll in absolutely no time. We have been praising him and beaming and gloating and walking on sunshine for three days.

"Cooper, we are so stinkin proud of you for not hitting or growling or gnashing your teeth today!"

"Way to go Coop! We love how you are using your manners and being so sweet!"

"Thank you for blowing kisses instead of scowling at innocent bystanders at the store! Such a sweet boy!!"

Then we went to Red Robin for Aunt Wendy's birthday bash.

The horns came out.

His, then ours.

I thought I was super mom for approximately 33 seconds. Packed treats and choo choos and train tracks and crayons and stickers and games and fireworks and swords. Surely he would be so entertained that he would sit sweetly in the booth and eat his pizza and drink his chocolate milk.

Um, no.

Chris and I took turns walking around outside with him while he growled and wriggled and whined and pouted. It was 102 degrees out. That really helped things.

The minute we got back in the car to come home, our angel reemerged.

He was all "Tank you for dinner, mama" and "I love you so much, daddy!"

Stinker!

We said that we know now why some species eat their young.

Our sermon this morning was on "Going one more round". If you have a pulse, you have a purpose. Be the kind of man or woman who, in the face of adversity, "gets up" not "gives up".

I sat there staring at my dear husband. Right there in church. In awe of his warrior spirit. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It's no coincidence that chemotherapy comes in "rounds". You're practically boxing, after all.

I am so thankful that he is who he is and who's he is. Because he spent "time in the corner", praising God and drawing strength and grace from Him, he is alive and healthy, sitting next to me right this very second. I am forever grateful that he is a "get up" man, and not a "give up" man. Forever thankful that I get to be in his corner, cheering him on, watching his hair grow back (still), waking up next to him knowing that we don't have to go and spend the day at the Cancer Answer.

I heart you, Chris Davis.

And your mini-me too.