A proper celebration

When your best friend (or your best friend's sister, in Caleb's case) is having a birthday 600 miles a way, you have to get a little creative with how to help her celebrate.

So after chatting with the birthday girl and her little brother over breakfast, Abby talked Caleb into following her upstairs. She had a plan, and she needed his help to pull it off.

(Shortly after turning four herself, Abby became deeply concerned by the fact that her best friend was still three. She has prayed nightly for Abby Mae to turn four, and, I think, feels that she may be partly responsible for the occasion of her friend's fourth birthday.)

The would-be party goers returned a while later and headed out the door for what will henceforth be known as The First Annual Abby Mae's Birthday Cowboy Parade.

We marched up and down the street, and Abby informed everyone we met (all two of them, and their dogs) that it was her best friend's birthday.

If Abby Jean had had her way, we would have continued to march all the way to Abby Mae's front door. We had to settle for singing to her via Skype.

Never has a birthday been so fully celebrated from such a great distance. Happy fourth birthday Abby Mae!