In the past week, my older boy turned 15. I can’t even begin to contemplate what the next birthday will be like, 16 being a number that seems a little larger than life at this point.
Gluten free pancakes and noisy balloons were served up for breakfast before school.
Walks in the wood revealed moss-covered stones and the last tiny patch of snow.
Reggie started retrieving from the pond again, in earnest.
And looking just as sweet as can be afterwards (yes, I’ve fallen hard for this young dog since he joined our family last summer).
We have even started moving a few precious young plants out into the garden; youngest son is seen here planting some of his kale plants in the small bed outside our front door.
So many jobs to do now that the warmer weather is here. One at time, that’s all we can do.