happy birthday to layla.
she's four today.
four is my fav.
four is sweet and inquisitive and wants to be your best friend and never stops talking and has fewer meltdowns than three.
four is so fun. so have fun, layla bean.
a tradition we wouldn't even give up during hell week.
a twelve year old.
a brand new nephew.
a trip to denver to meet him.
a middle schooler.
an ironman. an ironfamily. a really big ironfamily.
it was 20 days of never-been-more-crazy-than-this, fingers-crossed celebrations.
and it was awesome(r).
it's time. it's actually been time for a little while now.
time for him to be that big kid i was always a little afraid of him being.
the years speed by. like they're in fast forward.
i sometimes jokingly yell "stop growing!" (or, not jokingly)
he laughs. we both know i'll be buying new jeans in three months.
all that time spent worrying about him just growing up.
i had no idea that watching him turn into his older self would be so totally worth it.
so, we're here. it's time. he's 12. middle school, etc.
we're ready. for real. i think.