My baby turned 9 yesterday. He was born in the middle of harvest, while we waited for the wheat to be ready, so it was only fitting that we celebrated his birthday in between crops. He was so excited for his special day. I love that he wears his emotions on his sleeve, without inhibition. (Most of the time; sometimes it is not so pretty.) He has expansive feelings – he is hugely happy, hugely angry, hugely excited, hugely sad, or hugely whatever, and he goes from one to the other with the flip of a switch. Our lives are always interesting! And he gives the best hugs, to everyone and anyone, again without inhibition. I hope that is something he will never lose as he “matures”. Wouldn’t it be nice if we had all retained a bit more of that impulsiveness from our childhood days?
Clem’s brother, Carl, is visiting from Saudi Arabia, so Jack and Margie hosted a Snell gathering on Tuesday evening. We had a wonderful roast beef supper, along with invigorating conversation, lots of laughs, and of course, Caesars! Jack and Margie are the consummate hosts.
Bobbi decided, to Derek’s delight, that he should have a birthday candle on his ice cream cone.
We had a family birthday supper last night, complete with Derek’s requested Panago pizza and homemade turtle cake. Carl, Chris, Bob, and Dylan joined us for a great evening of laughs and hugs.
He had a great day!
Earlier in the day, as I was trying to figure out Facebook (two hours, people – don’t do it!!), I glanced out the window and saw my nine-year-old son driving the front-end loader through the yard. They grow up so fast!
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