The "last year of childhood" is a true gut punch. Happiest of Birthdays, Sage. We love you. This may be your last year of childhood, but never being a kid at heart. - Craig, Heather, and Emmaline.
My oldest son turned 17 on Friday and it felt significant and poignant. He's both super independent with a lot of focus and goals and also feeling a bit wistful that his childhood is mostly behind him. I keep reminding him that we can all remain young at heart and there's so much good ahead, and right now! Happy birthday to your daughter!
I’m a great grandmother now. I had the best girl kid who had two wonderful boy kids and the oldest of those just had the sweetest little boy. It’s a little context to my next sentence. I still play ABBA and Stevie and all the wonderful music of my youth. We dance. We live. We love. But it goes by so quickly.
My baby turns 18 in September. She will already be in college a few weeks before then and she's really happy to be spending her 18th birthday at school. No more birthday cake in the kitchen. I'm starting to tear up myself. Your kids have grown into lovely adults. Be happy you did such a great job at navigating their childhood years, it helps that you're also a lovely person, too. (Happy Birthday to Sage!)
I can’t stop crying because I remember almost every birthday. And each one reminds me of Sandra Cisneros’ Eleven: “ What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don't. You open your eyes and everything's just like yesterday, only it's today. And you are--underneath the year that makes you eleven.” So, today Sage is seventeen and sixteen and fifteen….remember?
What a great almost-Mother’s Day post. Being a mom is amazing!
The "last year of childhood" is a true gut punch. Happiest of Birthdays, Sage. We love you. This may be your last year of childhood, but never being a kid at heart. - Craig, Heather, and Emmaline.
My oldest son turned 17 on Friday and it felt significant and poignant. He's both super independent with a lot of focus and goals and also feeling a bit wistful that his childhood is mostly behind him. I keep reminding him that we can all remain young at heart and there's so much good ahead, and right now! Happy birthday to your daughter!
I’m a great grandmother now. I had the best girl kid who had two wonderful boy kids and the oldest of those just had the sweetest little boy. It’s a little context to my next sentence. I still play ABBA and Stevie and all the wonderful music of my youth. We dance. We live. We love. But it goes by so quickly.
Don’t blink.
My baby turns 18 in September. She will already be in college a few weeks before then and she's really happy to be spending her 18th birthday at school. No more birthday cake in the kitchen. I'm starting to tear up myself. Your kids have grown into lovely adults. Be happy you did such a great job at navigating their childhood years, it helps that you're also a lovely person, too. (Happy Birthday to Sage!)
Happy Birthday Sage!
Seventeen is a great age...I hope you have a wonderful year with plenty of joys!
I can’t stop crying because I remember almost every birthday. And each one reminds me of Sandra Cisneros’ Eleven: “ What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don't. You open your eyes and everything's just like yesterday, only it's today. And you are--underneath the year that makes you eleven.” So, today Sage is seventeen and sixteen and fifteen….remember?
Of course ❤️❤️❤️
Beautiful share! End of childhood
Sigh!
Happy mom’s day! ♥️♥️♥️
Wtf
(That’s all I got.)
Happy anniversary of being her mom 🥳
Happy Mother's Day!