This week saw the changing of an era. My last baby, my youngest boy, turned four. Sadly, I have to admit, a four-year-old is no longer a baby. I am now the mother of 3 big boys. Sigh. For his Birthday he invited up a bunch of the camp counselors. Jubilee, Zoe, Tangle, and Legit. And every single one of them made a homemade card for him that included the words: “your a bagel”. My youngest is very fond of calling counselors “bagels” and it came back to him in the form of B-day cards. He got a stuffed owl toy, a toothless the dragon toy, and the literary masterpiece “Kat Kong”. A birthday cake at Grammy’s and the day was complete. Happy Birthday Sweet Boy#3. I’m so glad that God gave us three.
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Can’t imagine life w/o sweet boy #3! He is the frosting on the total picture of your family. I do miss ‘Mine Favorite’ statements, but that is the price we pay for maturing, which it would be terribly sad if ‘maturity’ didn’t happen. So, I will just enjoy each stage and not pine for the past. Now, if I can just follow my own advice 🙂
Love to you.