Today's your birthday!  And geese. Thirty One sounds so much older than Thirty. Good thing I'm still the latter. *wink wink*

Last week, when you told me you finally decided what you wanted for your birthday, I didn't not expect you to say you wanted to host a Spaghetti Dinner for our little village in Mexico. Although, I shouldn't have been surprised.  

In all honesty, the idea gave me anxiety. There's no telling how many people would show up or how to much to cook or how to cook it all blah blah blah but you were the picture of calm. And in the end, I think it ended up being one of my favorite days in Mexico so far. 

The morning began with the sound of voices outside our door. I woke in a jolt, remembering that Graciela said her family wanted to come by and sing a few songs for you as a birthday gift. I woke you quickly as we ran to open the door.  Gosh what a gift. They had written you two songs; it was one of the most heartfelt gifts I'd ever witnessed.  It wasn't long before some of the boys stopped by on their way to school to give their felizidades (and some candy!) as well. 

Later that afternoon, some friends from the village showed up to help cook, as did Cristian, your constant companion. Cooking with the ladies that have become/are becoming my peers was so much fun. I love that we're able to joke with them. I'm so thankful for the amount of Spanish God is allowing us to pick up. We ladies joked about needing to skip the joyas and stick to water, while you and Cristian argued over who's sauce looked the best. 

Pretty soon, the line started forming. We fed our "regulars" first, because they're always there and that day was no different. I love this group of kids. After I took the group photo above, Graciela (with her hands covering her face) said, "don't put this on Facebook!" while all the ladies called out from the kitchen, "yes! Facebook! Facebook!"

We planned for 40, but by the end of the even we had fed over 50 with our spaghetti and cake. The last plate we handed out was the last one requested. How many times does God have to perform His Loaves & Fish miracle before I stop being amazing? I hope I never do, actually. It's so neat to see Him work things out.

The day ended with some reading of the Word with our neighbors and spending time with our "extended family" until the last child trickled out on their way home. It was blissfully exhausting.  And I'm so thankful to you for coming up with the idea.

I love you. I love your heart. I'm so glad you're mine.

Happy Birthday.

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