13th Birthday

Today is the day. My second born is 13 today. Wow! Where does the time go?

How do they go from this

To this

 

Before your very eyes?

He is my hardest worker. My most wanting-to-please. My outdoorsmen. My hunter. My butcherer. The best big brother. He can knock out a 300 page book in a day. Just for fun. My homebody (he hates going to town). He has his own signature dish -- buttermilk bicuits. He doesn't even flinch while getting stitches. He can shoot a gun. A bow. Throw knives. Light a fire with a flint & steel.

He's awesome. And he's mine.

So, you may ask, what does a young man like this want for his birthday? His passage into teendom.

You'll never guess.

 

 

Meet Samson. Or as my husband calls him: Buck Rogers.

I love my kids.

Blessings.