One week on, we can safely say that P-J enjoyed a quiet and comfortable birthday - no massive meltdowns, no NEW grey hairs, no surprises (whoops?).
We had quiche for dinner and once I'd reassured all and sundry that it was socially acceptable for real men to eat quiche, all that was left to do was enjoy a slice of birthday cake, family time and the blessing of another year past.
Now look at this:
I don't think that when P-J pulled this familiar pose (donned in way too many photos throughout his teen years) he could've ever imagined that his 7-month old son would do the same, one day down the line!
These men in my life...
...Just the pose itself can give you a little insight into my daily dealings with them both!
It sure felt good to celebrate Peter-John's 28th birthday with him (of which I've know him for 14 of those years). Perhaps a little better for me than for him, because every year, he asks for a motorbike...and every year, I don't deliver (on) it. Where can I sign him up for a 'Realistic Wishlist-writing Course'?
In fourteen years we've: joked about and nursed broken limbs, courted for three years, travelled locally and abroad, matriculated, graduated, going on six years of being marry-cated, cooked, baked, cleaned, moved house, towed cars, painted walls, braaied more than the average man does in an entire lifetime...and bought a variety of birthday gifts ranging from watches to watering cans! Sjoe, no wonder the poor guy is greying!
And now, our son, resembling his dad in the very obvious physiological ways (I'm talking about the brown eyes!) is a constant reminder of the many gifts from God... and His sense of humour.
Not forgetting Miss Jorja, who announced yesterday as I was making supper, "Wow! I didn't know that you knew how to cut a carrot!" Seems that after all of this time, P-J has finally found the force to drive me to cook more!
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