For the past few days, I have had that Kenny Chesney song stuck in my head. There’s a lot of changes going on in our home. A lot of little reasons to remind myself not to miss a thing these days…or ever. Our middle child taught us that.
As you saw in my last post, Wyatt moved up in his travel ball league and, all of the sudden, looks so grown up to me as a pitcher. I have studied those pictures of him on that mound over and over and over. I always thought that day may come but it always seemed so far away. Well, it’s here. My big hearted, snuggle bug, gentle giant is growing up before my very eyes. I guess if learning a little Greek, writing in cursive and multiplication didn’t do it for me…baseball did. We’ll be starting 3rd grade very soon and it just blows my mind that we’re already half way through the elementary grades.
Luke will be 3 whole years old in just under a month. Which means that just a few days later, it will be 5 years from when we first learned of his big sister’s porcelain heart. We are wanting to slow down and enjoy things more and more. Which includes Luke’s birthday party. Last year was big and fun and kept me entirely too busy. I literally just decided on Luke’s theme for this year (less than a month away, remember) last night. That child will pick up anything…regardless of if it bites, stings, crows, barks or pecks. He loves all things animals. And, especially, bugs. So, we’re going to do a small and simple bug party. When I asked him about it this morning, he loved the idea. He also had his own idea about the guest list.
Our conversation went something like this:
Me: “Bear, who do you want to invite to your birthday party?”
Luke: “Um…Mare Tate” (Mary Kate)
Me: “Okay, who else do you want to invite?”
Luke: “Um…Care-yine” (Caroline)
Me: “Okay, anyone else?”
Luke: “Yep, Mare Wells an Davis” (Mary Wells & Davis who are twins)
Luke: “Uh, no Davis. Jus Mare Wells.” (Just Mary Wells)
Me: “Do you have anyone else you want to come?”
Luke: “Yo.” (He’s made up his own word. Sometimes it means yes and sometimes it means no. In this conversation, it meant no. He’s a mess and I love it.)
Seriously, y’all…3 pretty girls are all he wants at his party. I began thinking that maybe everyone making comments over his beautiful strawberry blonde ringlets may not be such a good thing anymore. Perhaps it’s time he does get a big boy haircut???
Then, I remembered my handsome 8 year old pitcher and his 3rd birthday. We did not even have a party aside from a cake at home one night. Wyatt chose to invite his very favorite little friend, Susannah, on a date to see Disney on Ice over even having a party.
Perhaps the ringlets can stay around a little longer? :)
There’s another change, too, but that one will have to wait until the next post. I’ve got a fun little story with it also!