One and eleven. We teased the boys saying that combined they are the age Bilbo was when he left the Shire for good…111.
Our sweet Henry is one. We had a quiet little celebration with just the siblings and his wonderful Godmother and her daughter stopped by for a visit. This past year with Henry has been one of such joy. He really is such a kind baby. I know that’s not a typical adjective that goes with baby. Usually one uses such words as cute, silly, or cranky. Kind is, however, the first word that comes to mind when I think of Henry. His hugs and kisses are given freely and often, and anytime one of the other children is crying, Henry crawls right over to them and pats their back. I’ve never seen a baby so young do such a thing. I bet the Blessed Mother smiled so big the day Henry was born.
If kids can have “emotional twins” then Henry is Jack’s. Jack is so thoughtful and empathetic. I’m so proud of the young man he is becoming and can’t wait to see him grow (well, I can wait just a bit).
Jack will be eleven next week, but we celebrated early before his friends left town for the holiday. Jack’s strange but awesome sense of humor is well known around our home. Often he’ll run away from me while saying “Running away sounds, running away sounds.” And no question is returned without wit or sarcasm. He’s a Ravenclaw for sure. To return the humor, I threw him a party with the theme “obvious.” It was a big hit! Who knew something so simple would bring so much laughter. Happy birthday, Jack! May laughter ever flow from your smile.