Cassidy turned 9 years old yesterday. We kept things real low key.
Just watched movies and ate onion death sammiches and oven baked smores.
Today we’re going bowling and out to dinner.
I’m glad that birthdays don’t mean big parties and stress in this house.
They mean family time and being thankful for one another.
They mean a couple of gifts and something sweet to eat.
Simple and wonderful.
Like all of life should be.