15.

We celebrated my youngest turning 15 last weekend.

Fifteen years ago my mother was visiting with us, and my oldest was getting ready to turn three.

Fifteen years ago we were blessed with a new addition to our family.

It's funny to think of where we were 15 years ago and where we are now.

We have all changed and grown and taken paths we never envisioned.

Of course, the one that has changed the most was the one born 15 years ago.

Celebrations don't always happen on the right day. Too many schedules, too many people with birthdays. But this way it's an extended celebration. He asked for Gram's amazing hamburgers for supper, and a chocolate chocolate cake with white icing for his dessert. So simple and so scrumptious. He will get to choose again when the day comes around as well, and as cards start to roll in he will be reminded of how special he is.

Fire and Ice. That's the best way to describe him. Sensitive and thoughtful. Creative and imaginative. Loyal and true. He takes after us all and is his own individual. More and more. Orange belt. Gun fanatic. Lego fiend. Book lover. Xbox player. Friend. Brother. Son.

The pictures turned out blurry, but there was laughter which caused that.

The presents turned out perfect, appreciated and not expected.

The love poured out in the room.

The joy was shared by all, present and not.

And we celebrated, and will continue do so.

15.

I know, it happens day by day.