Luke Turns 12

Two weeks ago, but still. [Now begins the parade of catch-up posts…]

My middle son with his Memorial Day birthday.

When I started this blog, Luke was 2 years old. HE WAS TWO.

I cannot wrap my brain around that. [Here’s a little parade of pictures from newborn to 2 1/2.]

Just a few months later, he turned three.

And then four.

And so on.

Until we got to 12.

We had a little party with family. He asked for BBQ steak, angel food cake with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, a pinata with candy, and a fire in the fire pit for s’mores.

I’m looking back on Levi when he was 12. Now he’s 14, and he has changed so much in two years. I’m not sure I’m ready for Luke to change. Out of all my kids, he has changed (in looks) the least since I started my blog. But he has turned into an extremely helpful and responsible son, and for that I’m thankful—particularly after the years of sleepless nights and the days that turned my hair gray, metaphorically speaking.