Well, he's one step closer to teenhood.
Cole turned 12 last Saturday. We celebrated with two baseball tournament games in the sweltering, humid Minnesota heat, then returned home for the official birthday party where the mayhem ensued.
We had a cast of characters.
We had planking.
We had owling.
We had serious kick ball.
We had zebra cakes and pizza and pop.
We had presents, mostly consisting of cash money, the new trend in 12-year-old boy gift giving.
We had the traditional brownie and votive "cake."
And we had a tired, but very happy young man.
Sometimes it truly feels like a blink in time.
Happy birthday, Cole. How thankful I am for you.