Birthday Boy

Mark turned 9.  It's a commonly felt (and expressed) sentiment when our kids get older that we can't imagine where the time's gone and how our baby possibly got so big.

Thanks for disregarding the fact that the cake fell a little in the middle.  It happens every time I make this particular cake but it still tastes good.  Besides, it made a lovely pooling of frosting and how is that ever a bad thing?

In addition to feeling like the time has flown with impossible speed, I have the contradictory thought,  "It's only been nine years?"

How did I lead a happy life before this boy was a part of it?

I can't remember.

For one thing, lunch wasn't as interesting.  One day last week we were eating lunch, listening to music.  Mark joined Elvis singing "Here Comes Santa Claus."

sorry it's blurry...snapped with my phone

He makes every part of every day better.