Andrew turned nine today. And my list was full. Because I waited until today to do everything for this boys big day. I try not to procrastinate, but with three in a row, I sort of loose my steam.
There were nine balloons. The cookies were baked and dropped off at school. The gifts were purchased and wrapped.
The cake was made. The handburgers were grilled. And we were reminded of how fast they grow, but how young nine still is. (He still calls them handburgers.)
As Andrew says, eight is great, but nine is fine.
I believe it is honey, I believe it is.