Thirteen years

Well, we've got a teenager on our hands. He's a fabulous one and we were so excited to celebrate his special day in his way! Complete with a pig piƱata, donuts on a string, a fire pit to roast marshmallows and make s'mores, running around the farm, a scavenger hunt, and a s'mores cake! 

Finding the perfect way to please a mixture of mostly twelve and thirteen-year-olds seemed tricky, but, really, they just wanted to eat lots of food and run around (roll around?) every which way. They humored me for some photos and mostly did there own thing. And, little cousins were peas in a pod.

I love being able to come back and see all the years past. So many changes this year! All the boys together sounded like a bunch of young men, everyone has grown inches (or a foot?!), and personalities are started to really, really form.

We're so proud of our guy. Happy birthday, my love. This will be your best year yet! 


This little babe started preschool last week. She's been dreaming of it as long as she can remember––watching her brother get ready in the mornings and head to the bus stop. It's a big milestone and quite a change, yet she loves it and misses us all in one excited and emotional bound. She shows us all her crafts (chalk art and making slime have been on the top of her list) each day and is learning that autonomy is something to be proud of. She has dressed up like a scientist, has captured a caterpillar to then set a butterfly free, and made wonderful friends in both teachers and classmates.

She'll say, "I'm too sad. I just miss you so much," and then beg for us to take her on off-days. Her heart is big and joyful and hopeful and we're proud of her strength and who she is becoming––as wild and strong-willed as that may be.   

We're setting our own butterfly a little free, one step at a time. And, she's doing fabulously.