07 January 2011
My first born turned ten yesterday. I've been in some serious denial. I'm not old enough to have a ten year old, right??
He's grown into such a capable, kind, and smart kid. His dad and I really depend on him. He mows the lawn, he loves to help his dad build stuff, and he is even handy around the house. He enjoys sports, and is incredibly competitive. He usually decides to cheer for the team that his dad is routing against. He loves his younger sisters and brother, and watches out for them.
Happy Birthday, Big Brother. We love you.
p.s. He designed his own cake. He wanted a rectangle covered with chocolate, and a football in the middle. I made the football and lettering with marshmallow fondant.