"How old are you, Moriah?"
"I'm FIVE!" she answers, her delight evident even as she speaks just those two words.
Five is a lot! Five is big! Five is a whole handful!!
This is how we celebrated our darling daughter's fifth birthday.
It happened to land on a Sunday--the Sunday that our congregation was having a fellowship lunch together after our morning service--and so, first thing after she woke up, Moriah helped me make a fruit pizza that we could take as part of our contribution to the meal.
I've been known to do the same thing. ;-)
Sally's house (where Moriah loves to go to play), they have a plate like that. :)
Then she opened another bag and discovered a new pink hat that Jeff had gotten for her... :)
Later on her birthday afternoon, I wanted to take some pictures of Moriah; and she very willingly obliged. She's used to me taking pictures of her (I wonder how many I've taken during the past five years?) :)
That evening, we got to go to my dad's church to watch him sing in the choir for their Easter play, so that was a fun outing that happened to land on Moriah's birthday. And then we came home and had another fruit pizza--except this time, we put candles on it. :) David lit them...
Where would we be without our Moriah Pie-uh? What would our family be like? What would our house be like without her pink socks and baby dolls and all the noise and emotions--good and bad--that come from her?
I don't even want to think about it, so instead, I'll declare with all the fervor I possess: "We love you, Moriah, and we thank God for you. You are a beloved, precious, adored, exquisite gift from His heart to ours, and we are so grateful He chose us to be your family. Happy fifth birthday,