Sunday's Gratitude Post

I love birthdays. Uh, well, not so much my own, really. 

Let me rephrase that.

I love my kids' birthdays. I guess even that's not exactly right. Let me try again.

I love my kids' birthdays about 90% and hate them about 10%. Makes perfect sense, right?

I love celebrating the birth of my children, but I have a love-hate relationship with birthdays - every year I'm reminded that they're getting older and closer to being out on their own.

On Friday T turned nine. Nine! I'm no longer the parent of little kids. Of course, now that I'm a self-decreed expert (ha!) on little kids, I'm slammed into a new role. (See this post on how I'm always behind the curve.)

We spent T's birthday doing the usual stuff: reliving birth stories, revisiting small-child antics, eating homemade cake, and opening presents. Ahhhh, birthdays. They always renew my closeness to my children.

So, yes, this is a gratitude post, but only about 90% of a gratitude post. :)

Photo of multi-colored flame candles by spuballoo from here