A Family Tradition

Yesterday was Cadens 11th birthday...wooohooo!
We had Chucks family over, Cadens mom, sister and grandmother as well as my brother and sisters.  It was a full house for sure!
But it was awesome.

Cadens whole family there celebrating his birthday and Mothers day together was a dream.
I couldn't have asked for a better time.

The weeks leading up to his birthday, Chuck and I were thinking about what to get Caden and trying our best to pull some ideas out of him!
He's a fortress.
He's lucky he didn't get socks and underwear.

Now that we have a house, a place big enough for family to come over, I suggested we cook out and have a family party.
I don't know what your traditions were growing up, but we always (to this day even) had an at-home birthday party as well as one with friends.
It was our tradition.

The Heat would ask us what we wanted for supper and what kind of cake we would like for her to bake.
It was special, it was our day.

Later in the evening, when dad got home, we would put on our birthday hats and sing, blow out candles and open gifts.
No matter how old we get, we still have birthday supper at home.
The Heat still cooks, and BossMan still comes home early.
It's us.
It's tradition.

Now that Chuck and I are making a life of our own, that tradition is something I know I want to continue.
I am so lucky to have a stepson and am able to continue it right off the bat!

Yesterday was our first ever at-home birthday party and it was a success!
We grilled out and I made a key lime cheesecake for the birthday boy!

I tried not to think about it, because I would have cried, but this morning I did.
I kept thinking, Man!  This is what it's all about!  This is it!


It hit me like a ton of bricks.
This life with these two guys, is what I never knew I wanted.
This is home.

I can't even dream of making it any better than it already is.

Some things seem to take forever to happen, and you begin to second guess yourself and Gods plan, but stick to your guns and stay close to Him, because the rewards are unbelievable.

Love,
StepmomCowLady