...on Sunday, Josh turns two. He's learned so many things this past year: how to walk, how to talk, how to climb, how to fall...Ouch! Life lessons can be hard, can't they? And the life lessons we watch our children learn hurt us as badly as it hurts them. It all starts with that first fall. I've told my children these days are just training them to deal with the hurts their children will face when they are older. Sad but true.
I've made cupcakes for Josh's celebration. His real family party will occur in July when the family is settled in their new home. This is just an acknowledgement of his actual day. Next year perhaps it will be more important to him than to us. Do you remember how anticipated birthdays were when you were young? I do. It wasn't a big deal in my childhood home, but it was still anticipated.
Saturday morning his Grampa got him out of bed. Where he'd fuss and complain to me, "No! No! Mama!", not a peep came out of his mouth when his beloved Gah picked him up. He rode out of the room on Grampa's arm like a proud prince on his finest steed, smiling from ear to ear. I'm telling you that Gah is something special in this boy's eyes. Gramma Gah is okay but Grampa is the thing.
I think I'm liking this new season, this sweet season of life.
...we plan meals:



