Happy Birthday, Mr. P.

Today, Pierce Allan turned six years old. The years are speeding up on me all of there sudden. I went from the throes of spit up, nursing babies, and six years accumulated time of pregnancy to kids growing up, talking about homecoming dances, learning to hunt, and most of them “in school”. It’s so odd. It feels like the years are speeding up on me.

Remember this, dear mommas in the midst of all littles and no bigs: soon enough, you’ll have kids able to help. They’ll wash dishes and make supper and babysit and everything. And those things are wonderful. I have more energy now. But they’ll also head in different directions. Soon that little family won’t all be with you everywhere you go, and you’ll scan the mass and try to figure out first which kids ought to be with you to then be able to count to the lesser number that represents the number you currently have in tow. It’s a very strange and sad thing.

So today, it was Pierce’s birthday. After church, we went to Blaine’s company picnic. Pierce briefly thought it was a birthday party just for him, complete with inflatables, huge amounts of food, and a thousand or more people who all seemed to know his daddy. But alas, it made for a fabulous day for a birthday. We came home for homemade pumpkin pie, right down to pumpkin I roasted myself. I have to admit, it was better than canned pumpkin. So much more work too, but delicious.

It was a fun day. Pierce thought it was the best day ever. He got an airsoft pistol and a bow with arrows for his gifts. All boy… definitely. He is a worker, a snuggler, my number one man when it comes to taking care of the chickens and the dogs. He’s come so, so far from the early years of temper tantrums and the battle of wills that were a daily occurrence. I can’t wait to see the man that he becomes!