When Marcus Rolls, Everybody Wins!

 Twenty-Five!

Marcus has been pretty stoked for this birthday. 25 has been his “number” all year. I’ve never known anyone more excited to be 25. As you may remember, it was pretty much the day after his 24th birthday that he decided to celebrate 25 in Vegas. Now, to be fair, he does have a unique point of reference as he has grandparents with a home in Vegas, so we’ve been before and celebrated birthdays here before. But this birthday, well, go big or go home people!

It Begins

If you’ve ever gone to

2015-06-21T13:25:23-05:00Categories: Grown Ups & Downs|Tags: , , |1 Comment

15 minutes about the Birthday Weekend

Free Write Friday Right Here 🙂

It was a weekend full of festivities, Marcus turned 24.

We started with a breakfast with our good friend Camille.

That worked out well for Marcus’ food plan, which was a big part of his birthday wishes. He wanted to eat the foods we’ve been trying to avoid, and some we haven’t avoided but are his favorites. The list for his birthday party included, but was not limited to: biscuits and gravy, cheese burger, French fries, hot dogs, cheese pizza, a round

2014-06-27T10:59:10-05:00Categories: Grown Ups & Downs|Tags: , , , |1 Comment

Blogging and Mini-Fame for Free Write Friday

Free write FridayBlogs are weird. Am I right? I mean we, I in this case, sit down and possibly pour out my soul, or attempt to teach you something new, or maybe just think “out-loud;” and then you come along (we/I hope) and read it. In 99.9% of the cases, I don’t even know you read it.*** Thus starts the Free Write Friday  for June 20th. When I brave the elements and instead of worrying about all that I said above, I write to a 15 minute timer and then,

I Cried Every Year on My Son’s Birthday

.
Baby!

 

I cried when he turned one and I knew heart surgery was on the horizon. I cried when he turned five and we were fighting with the public schools. When he turned 11, and…Why did I cry when he turned 11?

 

I sat next to my dad and said, “My birthdays don’t bother me. His make me a wreck.”

“That’s because you’re getting old.” My father suggested with his normal tact and compassion.

No, that wasn’t it. It was the unknown.