And then, our baby turned nine.
I have the hardest time remembering my youngest child’s birthday. Perhaps because the date and year were so close? 7/14/13. Even just now, I typed it wrong and had to erase and fix. Anyway, I spent a solid portion of this morning convinced I’d screwed it up and missed it this year. Sorry, baby. Momma loves you on all of the days.
Our first baby-of-the-family turned 20 today. Christopher Avery used to tell folks his birthday was in July 8th instead of on. This was usually accompanied by a prolonged session of jumping on one foot. Avery is now a grown man, thousands of miles away from us. Happy to report that so far, he’s never been too old or cool or busy to snuggle with the other baby-of-the-family or text us back. 🐽🐷🐵🐒
Note to self: say yes more. Also note to self: hammock camp-outs in the land of the midnight sun will prove challenging and most likely unsuccessful just after solstice.
We hiked somewhere around eight miles today, followed by a three-hour drive home with pizza and This American Life. There are days like these when everyone mostly gets along, blisters and all, and I grind the words “get after grateful” down deeply down into my bones for the next hard day.
We said hello to Seward, Alaska today. She was a delight.
Some days are hard and some days are magical… most days are in between.
