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| May 30th, 2017 |
Having your youngest turn fifteen is not for the faint of heart.
Each birthday has brought me pangs of angst
from the time he turned 5.
His birthdays mark an end to an era.
In a kind of a melodramatic way it's like saying goodbye to each of my children--
I'll never have another 5 year old, 6 year old or 14 year old.
See what I mean about dramatic?
It's not fun.
However, so far, this boy has welcomed his fifteenth year in a big way.
A high adventure trip to Lake Powell, a Pioneer Trek,
and a stellar week at EFY have occupied June and July.
He has loved it all.
He's becoming a fine young man.
I'll take that as a consolation prize for the trampling of my heart.
Drama queen. Sorry. :)
Happy late birthday Will.
Love you.
