Eliza was most excited to celebrate him. We were out of wrapping paper and tape so she helped make do.
What's not to love about a boy thrilled to receive snacks for his high school locker and bb's for his gun to shoot with his brother.
And a cell phone that he was apparently excited about since it's been left on the counter more than it's been in his pocket.
He's not a phone/texting kind of guy. He'd rather have a good old fashioned conversation.
Reflecting on him these last couple of weeks since his birthday, I couldn't help but remember a very frustrated little person. Full of energy. Quick to throw a fit. Slow to understand that we don't throw the neighbor's pumpkins in the streets or use the bathroom in their yard.
I cast my eyes to heaven more times than I can count and wondered what I'd done to deserve this.
And yes ... he still makes me hopping mad when he teases sisters too far or can't remember his homework or freaks because a haircut went awry ;)
But I find myself casting my heart to heaven more often than not, wondering what I've done to deserve this young man.
Like how he joked that his birthday lunch fortune would be so fitting because he seems to reign supreme in the series of misfortunate events category.
Like the way he craves a Sunday walk with the family.
And how he and Celia pal around together all of the time.
Last night, we attended a play she stage directed while he served as her spotlight man. I soaked in the experience without a camera. Loving every moment watching them set the stage, direct the acting cast and then throwing such a polished version of Peter Pan for a full auditorium.
On our return from India, I loved watching his daily afternoon efforts to produce the perfect mango lassi.
The critics agreed ... he finally got it right.
How he gets so excited over the littlest things like wild raspberries we found in the woods on our camping trip over Labor Day.
And how he still gets a thrill out of helping me decorate our Christmas tree whilst listing to Bing croon I'll Be Home For Christmas.
How the other night, he took kids downstairs and entertained them royally so that I could throw a Sadie Hawkins dinner party for Celia, her friends and their dates. (More on that to come ....)
And afterward, he helped me with dishes wanting to know how it all went and would I do the same for him when he starts dating next year.
How he loves to do everything with Grant. Most especially the actively dangerous.
And how I seem to be shrinking daily.
Even more so, when you throw a baby into the picture.
When he gives me a hug on the way out of the door every morning, I can't believe how incredible lucky I am to call him my very own.
Better late than never, Christian ... Happiest of Birthdays! We do love you so.