Seventeen

We are beyond grateful to be celebrating Tate’s 17th birthday today. This evening Tate and his friends have taken over our dining room, and Greg and I have retreated to the back of the house. Greg is watching the State of the Union Address while I look at baby rhinos and Basset Hounds on Instagram. It’s peaceful. It’s also obvious which of us is a grown-up and which is not.

Greg’s mom, aka Spicy Grandma, spent the afternoon with us and brought Cornish Past Co. for Tate and his friends. She pulled off an epic joke with a fart machine that had us all laughing.

I’m so glad Tate has friends that still visit when they can, and that he was well enough to get out of bed to receive them. Friendship, laughter, and spirited conversation are so important; the benefits are immeasurable.