Today my second born turned thirteen.
Holy cow. Two teenagers.
I always looked at moms of older kids and thought, “Man, they are seasoned. Experienced. Old.” Ha. Here I am, feeling old and yet not, not feeling like I know what I’m doing yet.
But. I’m so thankful for this girl. She’s a worker, a friend, fun and energetic. She’s determined… slightly moody… and teaching me all sorts of things about sanctification some days. But she’s a love. Happy and helpful and always with a song in her heart, Eden loves music and country life and books. Happy birthday, baby girl.
And because I had a house of sickies on Stellan’s birthday – and his first cake was made by a sibling but rather flopped on several accounts – I put candles in the second pie of Eden’s and had Stellan blow them out. It’s rough to be baby number eight. He loved “his” pie, though. He was pretty thrilled.
He may not, however, love pants. ?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDEN!!
The teenage years I do not miss. We had boys but they are not easy either. HA!! Before long you will be having drivers. Now that is a challenge. It is convenient to have someone to be able to go to the store but.. a worry too. That is the way life is, huh? Enjoy them while you can still have small worries.
I think Stellan was enjoying the pie with the candle. No pants.. I would not have noticed if you had not mentioned it. Funny!