Today my eldest boy turned eleven. He informed me a week ago that he didn't want a themed birthday cake (like last years, or the year before that). "Are you sure you don't want a little picture or something on it?" I asked. "I just want a plain cake mum, a carrot cake with that yummy white icing".
Suddenly my baby boy is growing up - but that's a good thing right?
We followed our usual birthday tradition (stolen from the Squires family!) of everyone jumping into our bed to share something they like about the birthday person, praying for the birthday person and then watching them open their presents. The only problem was that the kids were up at 5:30am! We warned them not to come into our room until at least 6:30am, so while they waited, they loudly played in the lounge with the lights on and watched t.v. (we have a
wonderfully designed house where the lounge is right off our bedroom).
In our family we don't have a birthday party every year for the kids, but there is always room for a birthday cake - and everyone (our family and both sets of grandparents) thoroughly enjoyed the very plain, 'non kiddy themed' carrot cake that Master 11 ordered this year.
Happy Birthday J - you are a very special guy who is growing up into a lovely young man. Dad and I are really proud of you!