My oldest child is nine today. Nine. That means he's half raised. Good night moon! Where, oh, where has my little boy gone?
Double his age from right this very minute, and he's gone, off to college somewhere in this great, big world. Wow, that'll wake ya up!
Seriously, I got all teary one day last week when this incredible thought hit me like a ton of Arizona desert rock!
I have been a SAHM every minute of his life, and it feels like I haven't had enough time with this little guy. It goes way too fast. Life truly is but a vapor, and this truth becomes so real when you have been given the amazing gift of a child.
As difficult as it is, I don't regret being a SAHM. Really, I've only got 9 years left to raise this son of mine, and then he will be considered an adult, on his own. I am sitting here thinking, surely this can't be right! Only 9 years left. Crazy, it is.
I could choose to dwell on all the things I think I should have done differently, but I won't. Today I will celebrate my oldest whom I struggled to bring in to this world almost to the point of death. Thank you, God, for letting me stay to raise my son.
Happy birthday, Mullin. I love you with all my heart. ---Mom





Happy Birthday Hon Bun! I love you and hope you had a wonderful day!! I look forward to many more 






He just wanted a simple celebration this year, not a big party. This morning Grandma and Grandpa D. kept Shiloh while we took the boys to see The Water Horse. GREAT movie!! Shiloh brought the grandparents back to our house for dinner and of course cake and ice cream.
Lincoln got a few remote controlled cars, Lego's, crocks, art supplies, army toys, and $!



































