Yesterday was my son's sixteenth birthday. For me the day was a little crazy as I tried to work and get ready for a party. I had a cake to decorate, cupcakes, and chili to make. Somehow I managed to get it all done before picking Austin up from driver's ed.
Austin up a tree at school.
The family came over for dinner and cake which was fun and chaotic. Between making sure everyone got dinner and dishing out cake, I didn't get an opportunity to take pictures. My dad did though but I don't have them to post. The last few years, the gift giving has been somewhat boring. My son doesn't ask or require much - money, iTunes gift cards, and books made him a happy birthday boy. My parents gave him a car. A genuine Hot Wheels Corvette. It looks beautiful in it's little plastic package.
I let Austin have his friends come over about an hour after the family. That way he could have family time then friend time. I had to laugh as I sat upstairs in my bedroom listening to their music coming from the basement. The music was the same as what my friends and I were listening to at that age. I suppose it is all "retro" now or whatever.
I enjoyed the party but was happy when the door closed behind the last person. Today is just another day only now I say my sixteen year old son. And I try to forget that I am almost twenty years older.