Thursday night I said to Garnet. "Hey honey, do you realize that seven years ago tonight you were throwing me in a pool at 9 months pregnant, trying to get me to go into labour!!"
To which he replied "Wow that's unbelievable...."
"What is? The fact that it's been seven years, or the fact that you could lift me?"
I can't believe it's been 7 years. I know I say this every year -- but 7 just seems so old. Like 7 more years and he's a full blown, back-talking, hormonal teenager. Excuse me a minute as I weep a little.
It was a good day yesterday. I think he enjoyed his Birthday. Although after all the presents he still had to say "It's too bad I didn't get a ceiling fan...." But we'll leave that for his therapist to deal with.
Josh is here visiting, which I think may becoming an annual birthday event. Here are some pictures from yesterday -- we still have a day with the Cameron's and a kid's party on Monday.