For the fourth year in a row, we drove up to Clarkston, Michigan to participate in the annual 4th of July parade.
Once again, our birthday boy, Henry, tossed handfuls of frozen Hershey Kisses to the crowd ... kisses in exchange for birthday wishes.
But this year, instead of riding in the back of his Uncle's (now cousin's) truck, he sat perched on a small pillow, atop the roof of his Uncle's sports car.
And his siblings, instead of riding alongside him in the back of a truck, walked before him, carrying huge signs that read, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HENRY!"
Note to self: I need to have a t-shirt made for William that reads, "I'm not Henry."
Collectively, the lot of us tossed approximately 50 pounds of chocolate kisses to the more than 10,000 people that lined the parade route. Next year, we'll need double that amount, because we still didn't have enough kisses and ran out nearly 1/2 way through.
Once Henry ran out of candy, he turned his palms to the sky and said to the crowd, "I'm sorry! I have no more chocolate, it's all gone!" That didn't stop the parade-goers from yelling, "Happy Birthday!" and launching in to song.
This has to be one of the best ways to celebrate a birthday!
Riding down Main Street...
In a quintessential small town America parade...
Followed by a party with a Spiderman cake, a pile of presents, and dear friends and family.
The magic of the day, is almost comparable to the magic of having this little guy in our lives for the past seven years. Almost.
Happy birthday Henry ... we adore you!