This past week my baby turned eight. I might just cry a little at how quickly he is growing up. Bubba requested a horse birthday party, so we told him he could invite three friends to go on a trail ride. We arrived at the trail riding ranch and played with the ponies while the grown ups filled out paperwork. We walked around and looked at all of the horses in the stalls, and even saw a baby foal that was just a few days old. As our horses were being saddled, we watched the cutest (and oldest) basset hound munch on fallen treats on the ground (his name is Elvis!).
It was a great Birthday party and a great trail ride. Our horses were all sweet horses and our trail guide was very patient with our large spread out group.
This whole growing up thing though, I know it is all apart of raising kids, but it gets harder and harder as these kids numbers keep getting bigger and bigger. Each year, I say this age, this age is my favorite. And you know what? Each year, I love the age my kids are. There are favorite snippets, favorite moments from each year, but I love seeing their personalities grow and the act of becoming who they are.
Bubba filled out a little questionnaire at the orthodontist the other day and I wanted to preserve some of his answers.
- movie is The Princes Bride
- dessert is fried ice cream
- drink is cream soda
- food is chicken
- color is blue