I’m not sure where the days have gone, but somehow, my little boy is 18 years old.
He started his day at a different church service than the one the family attended as he has been doing some video work for a pastor in Newark.

Dinner was something new; I tried to make steak fajitas.  They were pretty good.

It was beautifully HOT outside, so we opted to open gifts in the crowded living room.

Johanna made him a penguin card.

The boy who made me a mommy, made her a grandma.

We tried EIGHT times to get a decent photo.  Someone was always being silly.

There was nothing silly about lemon cake.  From scratch.  Oh snap.