Today’s JP’s birthday. He’s fourteen. How did this happen? I know I say the same thing every year, but I’m having a hard time wrapping my mind around this one.
In ONE year he could potentially drive a car. An actual grown up vehicle. On an actual road with other vehicles. What in the world?
How old am I? (Let’s not go there!)
- One minute you’re on your knees praying for God to give you a baby, and the next he’s growing facial hair.
- One minute you’re watching his little face fill a computer screen, and the next he’s graduating elementary school.
- One minute you’re picking out colors to paint a room that’s been empty for eighteen months, and the next you’re wearing the same size t’shirt.
- One minute you’re buying plane tickets to Guatemala, and the next he’s embarrassed to hug you in public.
- One minute you’re holding him for the first time and the next, he’s too heavy to hold.
Kenny Chesney was right. Don’t blink.
Thanks to Covid, we didn’t have a party. We met his lifelong friend at Grill Marks for lunch and sang Happy Birthday around a big cookie from The Chocolate Shop!
It was perfect.
For the first time in fourteen years, his birthday fell on a weekend he is with his dad. I’ll admit, I was sad for a minute. It doesn’t feel right not being with your child on his actual birthday.
But then I was reminded of a few things:
- God has allowed me the blessing of being home with him every single day.
- He is loved so well by his other family.
Here are pictures from yesterday…
Happy Birthday, my love! The best is yet to come… P.S, don’t come home without a haircut!
*Thank you to Grill Marks at Haywood Mall for stellar service + even better food. You made this boy’s day!*