The first birthday memory I have is an image of a white frosted cake with little plastic smiley face picks stuck on the top of it and vague images of my parents and grandparents standing around me, singing out their “Happy Birthdays” with grinning faces. My mom tells me I was only 3 years old,…
What a weekend! Another birthday party is in the books, and another of my babies is about to be a year older. This time it’s our youngest, Lola, and she’s turning the big 10 tomorrow! We decided to use the unseasonably-warm temperatures to our advantage and go with an outdoor dinner and pie-making party,…
He’s 18. And although that’s not a magic number in our house that means he’s on his own now or officially an adult, the fact that my little boy is actually now a man is right in from of my eyes. It has happened. Somewhere along the way, my focus switched from training a little…
Over the weekend, our littlest family member turned the Big 8. She’s brought so much joy to all of our lives, for sure. And since I’ve been too busy to get sentimental about it, I didn’t take the time to shed a tear, we just partied it up and had fun. The festivities included a…
Dear Abby, It’s your birthday. So, I’ll be telling you, once more, the story of when you were born, because that’s just how we do in this family. Grammy is going to want to tell you, again, how she was the first one to find out that you were a redhead, and how totally surprised…
