10 Years Plus One
These past 11 years have been amazing. I've documented them
through words and photos. Today, I've decided to cut down on the words
and up the photos to commemorate this important day:
Day one; birthday zero. How happy was I? How
exhausted? How nervous? It was the beginning of something great.
Unknowingly, I also started an annual tradition...
One year old and the annual photo
tradition is born. The one-sie says King James. And he
certainly was. King of his family and charmer of all those around him.
Birthday number two. This is AFTER
ice cream cake, which is why he is wearing a gray sleeveless shirt and not the
one I had originally had on him (which was covered in icing). He’s already
showing his impish side. I had to wrap my arms around him to keep him
still.
Three years old and celebrating at the
shore. The swim trunks and t-shirt had turtles on them. They were a
favorite of his. It's all been part of his lifelong (thus far) love of
all things aquatic.
Birthday number four and he wasn't happy
to do photos. (Though you can't tell from this one.) There were
many attempts and complaints about doing this. It was a hot day that he
spent at home playing with his new Playmobile pirate
ship.
The sticker says it all: I'm 5.
Back at the shore. Birthday number 5 was a big one with more than
one celebration. The weekend before he had his first birthday party at
the little gym with tumbling and fun. And of course, lots of cake!
At age six he was way too big for my lap. Try as I might he
kept slipping off! This was the first time he had a special t-shirt that
proclaimed he was the birthday boy. (I can't remember exactly how he got it.
It may have come from school??)
Once more at the shore and another "homemade" shirt to
commemorate the occasion. This one was definitely "made" by me
How big is that 7-year-old???
A mature looking 8. Celebrating his
birthday at the shore, the summer after Superstorm Sandy.
Didn't think we'd be able to pull it off, but we did. We ARE stronger
than the storm.
Nine years old and he's almost as tall as
I was. Being at home meant the day was celebrated with Lego building.
(If you look closely you can see Legos in
the background. If you step into my house, you'll "feel" the Legos too)
Which brings us to last year...when he hit
double digits. Still trying (and not succeeding) to keep him on my lap.
Today marks year number eleven and annual
photo number twelve. He's as tall as I am now (maybe even a little
taller), so who knows how we'll manage to pose. (Maybe I should be on his
lap?) But there is one thing for certain. There WILL be a photo.
And there WILL be even more memories.
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