The little orphan boy we are praying for, Deacon, has his third birthday sometime this month. In thinking about how much fun my son's birthdays have been, I starting thinking about what Deacon's birthday would look like. Or rather, what it WOULDN'T look like:
No hugs and kisses and wishes of "Happy Birthday!" from a mom and dad when he wakes up.
No balloons or streamers or fun decorations.
No picking out a Thomas the Train or Elmo cake.
No friends coming to the birthday party.
No blowing out the candles or making a wish.
No shaking the presents to try to figure out what's inside.
No unwrapping a racecar or a toy train or a stuffed animal that is all his own.
No games of pin the tail on the donkey or musical chairs.
No special birthday dinner.
Nobody to sing them the Happy Birthday song.
No falling asleep in a sugar-induced coma, exhausted and happy and loved.
Instead, it will probably just be another day in the life of an orphanage, with a meager portion of food and a minimal amount of interaction with the workers.
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