Last Sunday, we had a family get-together to celebrate the late January/early February birthdays in the Pearl family. Son #5 turned 29 in January, and then exactly a week later, son #4 turned 34. Our granddaughter Princesa (the second oldest of son #3's four kids) is about to turn 6 in February, followed a few days later by her uncle (our son #2), who will be turning 37.
Gulp! It's hitting me that when our "baby" celebrates his next birthday, he will be turning 30. Which means that in January of 2023, all five of our boys will be in their 30's...for a little while anyway, until our firstborn turns 40 later in the year. 40!!
It's fine. I'm fine. No biggie, really. Except...WHERE IN THE WORLD DID THE YEARS GO? I MEAN REALLY, Y'ALL, WHERE? (Did you notice that "y'all" I threw in there? I thought that after almost five years of being a Virginian, I should start talking like one.)
With our oldest son and his family now settled in their new house out in Iowa, this recent family party was a tad smaller that the ones we've been hosting since we moved here in 2017. We had 20 gathered together in all, eight adults and 12 children (between the ages of one and seven). Our youngest son, although one of the birthday boys, couldn't be here either, because he and his wife live in Nashville; but we FaceTimed with him during the festivities. And in honor of him, I made a pin-the-tail game for the kids to play that featured one of his and his wife's beloved (or at least tolerated?) kitty-cats.
|These two birthday boys were New England fans growing up; |
and they're Tampa Bay fans now, too.
All of our boys are big fans of the GOAT, Tom Brady.