This spring my first born turned 10-years-old. One decade of having this blue-eyed boy in my life.
We don’t always through huge birthday parties, but 10 is momentous number that deserved a big shin-dig. I asked him what kind of party he wanted, thinking he might want a big Minecraft birthday will all his friends. But he wanted a family party in the back yard, with swimming and lots of good food. I like the way that boy thinks. His Daddy made tri-tip sandwiches.
All the cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and a few classmates came for dinner and swimming last Saturday night. It was so breezy but the kiddos didn’t mind in the least bit. They all jumped in the pool. They spent the entire night going back and forth from the trampoline to the pool.
The one special request J made was to have a pinata, but I came up with another idea. I filled balloons with candy, then I hot glued the candy-filled balloons to a big piece of cardboard. The kids took turns throwing darts and shooting the balloons with BB guns.
They had a great time with the game! I’m glad, because filling all those balloons with candy was A LOT of work! Unfortunately, it was so popular that Mr. G has requested the same game for his next party.
Cousins horsing around on the porch
My boy isn’t a cake kind of kid. For years he would request black berry pie for his birthday celebration. A couple years back he started asking for strawberry pizza which is just fine with me! Just as delicious, but half the work
The night was so windy we weren’t able to get a “blow-out-the-candles” picture but we all sang a rousing “Happy Birthday” to the grinning boy.
This beautiful gal right here is responsible for almost all of these pictures. I was hustling and bustling around, while she picked up my camera and worked her camera magic. Alli, your are the official birthday photographer from now on!
He opened presents as the sun began to set and the evening turned cold. We all hunted around for sweatshirts and jackets and brewed a pot of warm coffee.
I couldn’t be prouder of this guy. He’s thoughtful, so tender and caring with the younger kids, his ever-inquisitive mind, the way he loves being with people, and the excellent big brother he’s been. He’s my right-hand guy. It fills me with all kinds of sentimental, misty-eyed thoughts when I think about the tiny body I held in my arms 10 short years ago.
Love you my boy