He's 10! Our little guy has finally (in his opinion; it was too soon for me) reached the double digits.
For his birthday, we let him choose what we did with our day. The beach? The bay? The movies? He chose: home.
He said, "Why should we go anywhere else? We have everything I want right here."
Why, indeed? He'll never know how much his choice warmed my mama-heart.
He then gave me a list of all the yummy things he'd like me to make….such a big list that we had to spread it over 2 days. That choice didn't warm my mama-heart so much – it was a daunting list!
After plenty of Xbox 360 and before Monopoly and brownies ("not cake"), we took a walk up the
hill to the abandoned farm field where the straw blows
in the breeze as beautiful as a rolling ocean, sounding like gently rolling waves. I know that sounds like an over-the-top-metaphor (yeah, okay, it is), but I really do think of the ocean every time I see and hear a field of wheat or straw.
The kids – 3 of them – sat down for a bit of nature journaling, drawing Pnut, our obviously-staying-stray, and the wheat. Our big fella and Daddy explored further down the field and through the woods to the river.
I hope our little guy will always remember his 10th birthday as a warm, happy day.
That would warm my mama-heart, too.