Andrew Turns Six
I haven’t had the opportunity to write in a while. Andrew turned six and with three different families wanting to celebrate, it has been hectic. First I had to get over the fact that my first born son was turning six. I still have a lump in my throat talking about it. It’s hard to believe six years has passed since I held my tiny son in my arms. Actually, he really wasn’t so tiny. He was an almost nine pound baby. Now he’s my six year old baby weighing 40 pounds. Time goes by so fast. To celebrate his birthday he had three different parties with his families. Two included each pair of his grandparents and the other one was with just us four. We had an entire week of celebrations. Parties can be fun, but three is a little much. Every year we try to do something different, but it seems like the easiest thing to do is to have seperate parties. I’m still treasuring every party because soon enough Andrew or Collin will start telling me “Just give me money for my birthday.” I have to say again, TIME GOES BY SO FAST.