a party for the Pickle
The last boy is 9 years old today. Nine! He’s the youngest grandchild, my last nephew, and most definitely one of a kind. We celebrated the big event yesterday with his cousins, aunts and uncle on our side of the family, and I was reminded once again how precious are these current days. Very soon the two oldest kids will be in college and scenes like these will be fewer. I’m so grateful that everyone could gather in celebration this year and that there were true moments of joy. Not to mention, a really great surprise for the Birthday Pickle!