It's my little barely-christmas-eve baby's birthday (he was born at 12:04 am on the 24th). As this is published he is officially 16 years 3 hours and 4 minutes old and I officially think that sounds redonkulous. And I have officially used the word redonkulous on my blog because it's that crazy. And in case you are wondering redunkulous is officially spelled with an "e" rather than an "i" - i looked it up. Yesterday we went downtown to see Santa Claus and the tree in Pioneer square, as always this tradition doesn't disappoint. I'll have more photos to share after Christmas, as much as I am ready to move on from the holiday posts, I will have to at least have a recap, or maybe two.
For now I just want to say Happy Birthday to my boy! 15 is over, woo hoo! You made it. I might have neglected to mention last year at this time that 15 is, well, 15 (sorry!). And if you have ever been 15 you know what I mean. It seems to be at the apex of growing pains - rhyme and/or reason apparently not necessary for this phenomenon. But maybe it's because 15 is a bit of an ending of one phase, which is always difficult even when it's positive. And if that is true I think 16 is a little like a beginning. I feel pretty far away from being 15 myself, but I still feel (maybe a little too) close to my 16 year old self. It was a really good year for me and I hope it's an even better one for you. Happy Birthday my friend.
And happy holidays to you all!! I hope you have a wonderful and magical couple days ahead. Cheers! xo