Something momentous happened in our house this week. Someone has turned 13! Someone is no longer a "child", but a teenager. Somehow, this makes me feel a whole lot more "middle age" than my actual age.
I jokingly asked him, the night before his birthday, if he wanted me to make cupcakes for his class at school. I thought he'd give me a sarcastic, "Mom!" The response I got? "Would you?"
So guess who came home from the store at 9:30p.m. with supplies to start on 35 cupcakes? How could I say "no" ?
The best part of the day, was when he said, "Dad, you know what would be the best ending to my last day as a kid?"
"What?"
"If I could play a game of HORSE with you."
And they did.
My oldest child's birthday always gives me a lot to reflect over because his birth marked the beginning or me being a mom....the beginning of two journeys at once. I'm reminded how much they are connected.
Here are a few of my thoughts:
Before the creation of the world, God chose to create you - for His pleasure! (Eph. 1:4-5)
You were our first....the son of our youth.
Welcomed by excited family.
When you were brand new, we dedicated you to the Lord -
- something we've had to do over and over again.
All of your firsts, were our firsts too.
You were the one that we have made the most of our mistakes on.
The one we couldn't keep from climbing up everything you could find to climb. You gave me lots of little heart attacks.
Happy Birthday, Clayton! We are so proud of you.
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