Today is Gage's 14th birthday. He's still sleeping now. It really doesn't seem possible.
Fourteen years, bleep, bloop, poof. Gone.
Man, throughout the years we really threw Gage some banging parties. No matter what his current obsession was, I'd stay up all night long and decorate the dining room to become party central. We also kind of lived in a central location to both sides of the family, so we would have these massive parties of 40 family members. It was great and at the time I loved it, but let me tell you, there is something to be said about less is more. Even if I did basically make everything for all of Gage and Owsley's old parties from the DollarTree. It does feel pretty good that they are older now and don't even care about crazy decorations and themes.
Some of you have been around long enough to remember some of the ghosts of Gage's obsession's past, like the mining party, his Egyptian phase, and the police obsession that seemed like it would never end. Gage would actually still probably be into the mining party this year because of all the black. Owsley is so much like me now, but Gage is so much like me when I was 14. Black, moody, and leave me alone. (Ok, rereading this is makes it sound like I was actually a black person when I was a teen. I just meant like emo, goth, whatever that is called now. I'm so old I have no clue what the kiddies call themselves these days.)
This year I put up a couple black streamers and balloons and we have a black tablecloth. Hah. But man am I glad to have these pictures of old birthday parties because I had forgotten how much detail I put into this stuff that ended up being destroyed by my kids and their cousins.
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