A cold and cloudy week melted into a light weekend. I found wintersweet blossoming in the garden.
This weekend Arlo celebrated his birthday (technically it was two weeks ago) with an all-night party with a group of his friends. The party involved pizza, cake and video games. And not that much sleep, really.
They are funny, those ten year olds. So grownup now in many ways yet still clutching their teddies tight under their sleeping bags. Little-bigs.
Little-bigs is the perfect term. I feel this way already sometimes about my four year old boy.
PS. Your beautiful brooches inspired a flickr hop on my blog today. 🙂
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Every year you post about wintersweet, and I’m yet to smell it! I’ve hunted high and low, but no luck, I love the way the light is shining through your window xx
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Your words give me warmth.
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Thank you for posting these beautiful pictures. Happy birthday to Arlo, and many blessings to you all.
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“Little-bigs.”–I like that. Arlo looks a very sweet one.
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You have a beautiful blog. Happy Birthday to your little-big son!
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Little-Bigs! Perfect.
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I like your comment about the Little-Bigs clutching their teddies. I reminds me of a sleep-over one of my girls had at about the same age. They all felt very grown-up…until bedtime. Once one child admitted to having a teddy with her, and produced it from her bag, they all came out! Very cute
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