Happy Pirate Party

1:34am and I can’t sleep. I want so badly to lie by Trey and talk to him, pray for him, and by some miracle explain to him what his disorder is and in turn have him to remember all I expressed when he awakes. So that whenever he finally does get to the point of asking questions, he will already know all the answers and I won’t have to endure the pain in his sweet little eyes as I trying to explain.
I know why I am feeling this way…Trey turned 5 on Saturday and I am alone with my thoughts wondering what the next year for Trey might bring. What will his 5th year of life have in store for him? I know it is all in God’s time and that Treys’ story is already written, but birthdays seem to be a time for me to reflect. I think that instead of lying in bed speculating about something that is completely out of my control, I will stay awake on the computer and write about something fun and positive until I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.

Tonight was Treys 5th birthday party. Last October Trey had suggested that everyone at his birthday party dress up like pirates. I thought it was such a cute Idea but never thought that 6 months later he would remember his suggestion. Well he did and even tried to throw a twist into his plan by asking if all the boys could dress up like pirates and all the girls be Cinderella. I was able to convince Trey that many of us girls had already bought our pirates costumes thus getting us out of that expensive and hot (it was 92 degrees today in Phx) proposal.
The party was a huge success! Trey was as happy as any little scallywag could be. He loved his cake Grandma Mikki made him, loved all his presents (had such nice manners thanking everyone after he’d open each one) and I could tell he got a kick out of seeing his family and his little buddies dress up.

One of the best stories about the party was Broc’s ”gift’s” to Trey. Broc spent this past month planning the event’s that he wanted to take place at Trey’s party. He spent over $50 of his own money buying games and prizes as well as buying Trey his very own gold fish (Trey named his new fish, Jack...Jack Sparrow). Mike and I were so proud of Broc and how he was so insistent on making Trey’s party special. The kids games were separated by big kids and little kids, the prizes were very nice and the organization and patience of Broc made Mike and I extremely proud. But more than that, the compassion Broc displayed for his little brother without a single proposition by Mike nor I blew us away.

I asked Broc what had made him want to do all this for Trey and he said because he wanted him to be happy since he had to be sick and visit so many doctors all the time. You can’t teach that level of empathy to an 8 year old. This all being part of the bigger picture for our family and what God has in store not only for Trey, but for Drake, Broc, Mike and I.

And like clock work, here is my little angel now…he has once again found his way into our bedroom during the middle of the night. I can now go to bed with a smile on my face as I fall asleep to Trey’s breathing.
A huge thank you to everyone who made the extra effort and honored Trey’s little desire by dressing up tonight. Mike and I are so appreciative of your love.