Sunday, September 25, 2011


Today my littlest man turned eight. I have to admit that now he is no longer a little boy, but a big boy...honestly, that makes me a bit sad but it does not make him sad. He relishes being older, well, he doesn't relish the added chores, but he sure does like the perks that come with growing older. And, he says that this has been one of his best birthdays.

His birthday has actually been spread over a couple of days.

On Friday, he was able to invite one friend over for a small family party complete with the cake of his choosing, a HotWheels decorated cheesecake, and the opening of a couple of gifts. After his friend left, we ate the supper he had selected --- pizza bites, fruit salad, and macaroni and cheese --- then watched DESPICABLE ME followed by the original STAR WARS movie once little Miss M was in bed. This was his first time to see it and the watching of A NEW HOPE is a rite of passage in our household.

Today is his real birthday so the merriment continued. T was able to pick out his menus so breakfast was a doughnut bread pudding, sausage biscuits, and strawberries. He opened one of his gifts during that time, a CLONE WARS cartoon video from Anna. Lunch was oven-fried chicken strips, fruit salad, and more mac and cheese. This time he opened one of his big gifts, a HotWheels race set. We then went to We Will Go for worship and ministry before coming home and having pizza and popcorn while watching some silly sitcom episodes off of NetFlix.

Now he's sounds asleep, dreaming of perhaps fighting aliens from a flashy race car or who knows what, maybe macaroni and cheese. All in all it has been a good weekend. Actually, all in all, it has been a very good eight years.

Happy Birthday, T! Your mama loves you and your blue eyes so very, very much.


Leslie said...

Oh I understand the bittersweet passing of years! (((Elysa))) Hugs to you sweet friend. Looks like your sweet son had a great birthday!

Elysa said...

Thank you, Leslie. I really, really hope the Lord has adoption in our future. I'm just not ready to let go of these little-kid years.