We had a weekend of birthday celebrations for my O.  We had snow lasy week and some bitter cold over the weekend, which reminded me of the week he was born.  It was so cold we tucked him between us in the bed and watched him in his tiny baby hat and double sleepers.  Now, he’s a heater and prefers to wear no socks with his crocs and no coat if I’ll let him.

Sam again designed a fabulous scavenger hunt race with “nine” as the theme. Nine tasks, puzzles, and relays which kept the nine guests laughing for an hour.

From O’s youngest days, he saw beauty when no one was looking.  He still does, catching me off guard at my growliest with an observation or genuine compliment. I pray his vision of beauty and the Beautiful will always keep his eyes on the prize.