The snowman birthday – eight.
We celebrated our oldest’s birth day a few weeks ago as a family. JC joined me on an early morning bike ride. We ate our son’s foods of choice. We went swimming and opened gifts.
I am so grateful to be this eight years olds mom.
It is pure joy to see his sensitive heart that he wears on his shoulders.
It is profound to watch my first born forge his own path with no one ‘ahead’ of him.
It is amazing to watch him develop and grow.
Happy snowman birthday.