Today is my middle child’s 13th birthday.

He is all sorts of wonderful. Wacky, quiet, loud and obnoxious, obsessed with the body humor of his age, a crooner, a hugger, a big-boned puppy who will be something else entirely when a growth spurt hits. There is so much. His quietude is never stillness. He is always watching. He is the one who can accurately read my moods and I have to hide from him when it might frighten or sadden him to see too much of my humanity.

Sigh. What a trip. I’m excited for my boys in the teen years, I really am. And I’ve seen a little bit of teenagery bullshit in his older brother, so I’m not completely high or anything. I know its going to be rocky and I’ll probably cry more about this one, is my guess. But the glories will be truly glorious.

and then there will be the girl.

I still love you guys. Take it easy out there. Be nice to each other. Gaze at sparkly lights.


That is a stuffed birthday cake that says ‘party animal’ on it. Yes, it is.

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