Today was the day. You officially entered double digit land. Today we woke up with the hopes of a better day than yesterday. Yesterday you and I fought like cats and dogs. I maintain that you cannot physically hurt your brother, even if he annoys you. Meanwhile, you are having a very hard time learning this lesson, and you're not making good choices, and so our day yesterday was less than fun. I hated it, you hated it, we all cried, and I ended the day praying to the good Lord above that today be a better today.
You woke up early, because my sweet son, you have ALWAYS woken up early. You came into our room at 6:30 a.m., but we both know you had probably been up for at least an hour before that. You opened presents before Daddy had to go to work. You got your big present, a new bike, a month ago so you could actually ride it before it was one hundred degrees everyday. So this morning you got books, a Harry Potter Lego, Chinese checkers, a new puzzle, water balloons, and a new swimming suit. We sat outside enjoying the morning, playing Chinese checkers, before the rains came in.
Last week I found the plastic container that I had put your first birthday sign in. The sign and these little pin wheel place card holders were in there, having been moved to all the various different places we have lived in the last nine years. I don't know why I kept it, beyond the fact that I had spent so much time making it and that was such a wonderful day, I just couldn't part with it. How did I have so much time to cut out each triangle and letter? Why did I do that when I could easily have just bought a birthday banner? Because you, Zane, were my first baby. You're birthday parties have always been over the top. They've been planned for weeks in advance, the decorations have always been out of control, the cakes have always been amazing, the themes unique. You have always seemed to get just a little more celebration. It's not right, but it seems to hold true all these years later.
So this morning, on your tenth birthday, you set under that same banner, looking half grown and it just hit me in the gut that your time here with me, at home is more than half over. These past ten years have gone by so quickly, in another ten, God willing, you'll be out on your own. Learning new things, living your live, my job in raising you will be done. This was the start of my very emotional morning.
I put a picture from each of your birthdays on the pinwheel place card holders, a walk down memory lane from all your amazing birthday celebrations. Just to recap they went as followed;- BBQ birthday
- Train Birthday
- Spiderman Birthday
- Ninja Turtle Birthday
- Hawaiian Penguin Birthday (my personal favorite)
- Harry Potter Birthday( epic, amazing, never to be topped)
- Baseball Birthday
- Mario Cart (two weeks post op, it's the best we could do)
- America Birthday
- Fiesta Snake Birthday - Another amazingly unique theme only you could come up with
Then the rain moved in, adding to my emotional morning. Grandpa Blakley hugs are given in the form of rain now, and this rainy day felt like a giant hug. You went and played in, as we all said hi to Grandpa. I remember the morning of your first birthday it poured rain, for just a little bit, then it was a gorgeous summer day. He always shows up and today he showed up big time. Today ended up being a rainy, almost chilly day, all day. That's a first for you. Usually your birthdays are sunny, hot, affairs with swimming and water balloon fights, but not today.
Today we had a lazy day inside preparing for your party. We watched some Harry Potter, since you just finished the fourth book yesterday, after setting a goal to finish it before you turned ten. You helped me decorate your snake cake. I still can't believe that it took ten years for you to finally land on a snake theme, but I think the cake turned out amazing. You got out one of your many snake books so we had a picture to go by when sculpting the head and tail out of rice krispy treats, which was a first in my baking career. You were in charge of decorating the top and our inspiration was a Western Diamondback rattle snake, complete with a rattle on his tail, a triangular head, and vertical eyes.
Able hooked you up with a zip up Mexican Wedding shirt and the Blakley family came correct in their Fiesta apparel.
You and your little buddy baby Worth.
You can't have a fiesta without a pinata, shaped like a taco of course.
These two little blonde babies just about stole your thunder with their cuteness.
Officially in double digits.
All the cousins!
We had a great time celebrating you. You got a badmitten net and rackets, a handful of new cookbooks, all sorts of baking goodies from Grandma, a kickball, pringles, and all sorts of other fun stuff. You got to play with your cousins and everyone had a wonderful time.
We ended the evening exhausted after a long week of staying up late and celebrating all day. You remain my cuddliest baby, but you're as big as I am now. Daddy caught our attempt at a cuddle before bed, as I recounted how sick I was at this point ten years ago, trying not to throw up on your cute newborn face.
Ten years later
So you've made it. You've survived a decade of life. You are living on borrowed time and you know it. You don't waste one second of this life. You've been through so many battles and you have the scars to prove it. You've been through more in this first decade than most go through in a life time. This has made you braver than most. You are strong and kind, with a very tender heart. You love your people well and even though you're almost as big as I am you still need hugs from your Mamma from time to time.
The past few months has been extremely difficult for you and I hate that you are so keenly aware of the fear of death. I hate that that continues to be part of your story, but it is and we've tried to keep you save during this uncertain time. I know that hasn't been fun. You're turning ten in one of the strangest, scariest times in history. The world seems like it's falling apart around us. We have no idea what tomorrow, let alone the next year holds in store for us. So my prayers for you sweet boy, on your tenth birthday, are that the Lord surround you with His strength, love, and protection and keeps you safe. May we all be here again next year, in our silly costumes and hats, celebrating another miraculous year with you here. May your fears of the world around us ease up a little. I pray that you can at some point feel safe doing so many things that bring you joy, that we can't do currently, like going to the movies, going to see the Cardinals play, having friends over at our house, going to school, all the things that were so mundane a year ago seem almost out of reach right now. I pray that changes this year. I pray that you continue to love deeply and continue to choose good, kind friends. Lastly, I pray that somehow, someway, this year you can find it in your heart to figure out how to get along with your brothers so we can stop fighting that battle.
I love you sweet boy. You made me a mother and you're one of the three best things to ever happen to me. I'm so proud of you. I know you are going to do great things with this life you've been given. I can't wait to see what it is. I love you so very much.
Happy Birthday!
Love,
Mom



































































































