I am playing a little game of catch-up with the Gypsy Wagon. As it happens sometimes, life began moving a little too fast for me to document it on the blog. I want to make sure I capture a couple of moments before they're lost for good - and Conner's birthday is one of them. Two weeks ago, Conner turned 14 - a fun step for him, a poignant one for me. I pulled out some old pictures to show him what he looked like as a premie baby, and those pictures instantly took me back to his birth, the time in the NICU and the joyous and scary time when I was able to bring him home. I can't believe he's 14 and taller than me. He's a phenomenal kid and I am so glad he's ours!
A week after his birthday, he celebrated with an afternoon of paintball with his siblings and his friends. The weather cooperated by serving up a mild afternoon, and the boys had a blast. Don't let the menacing expressions on this crowd fool you, they were knee-deep in cake and ice cream as soon as the paintball extravaganza was over.
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